Current mood:	pissed off
Current music:	Pause The Tragic Ending | Rachael Yamagata
Entry tags:	&suchmoments, sparks&frost

lies.
    
when we've all grown up, we think we've grown out. out of searching for your identity, feeling insecure about who you are. out of guessing your worth, deeming it as what others deem it to be, being swayed in your confidence because of some remark, be it from someone superior or someone you don't even know. we're resilient to such fluctuations, we tell ourselves, and maybe with our friends, even the closest ones, we put up a front, we don't care what people say, we are who we are for what we are and how we are, we think all that doubt is only adolescent. 
 
but at the quietest moments of the night, when you are with no one but yourself, utterly stranded with no bay to dock at, without any semblance of refuge, you know, that yes we've all grown up, we have, but we've never grown out of ourselves, never grown out of doubt, we merely learn the art of masking it, sometimes even from ourselves. 

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wither then, sapling, what's it to grow?
for becoming a tree is no future for thee.