The new adventures of the old Mai.

I’m laying in bed and listening to Leonard Cohen - Take this Waltz, Tom McRae - 2nd law, Nick Drake - Pink moon.. and I feel the old me. I feel how I felt when all I cared about was my little notebook with thoughts from the bus. When all I cared about was how beautiful the sun looked when it was playing its lightbeams down the river. And I begin to think that I might have lost a very big piece of my self that day when I put away the silly skirt that turned so beautifully when I danced and ripped those pink bows out of my hair. I think I might have done a very stupid thing, growing up. And I feel a little empty inside and a little lost.