Growing Up

As her parched lips uttered the last numbers of the equation, haunting sighs of relinquish echoed through her mind's canyon. A canyon, where heart thumping dreams had fallen off the cliff while rear walking. She had given up on the strings of her guitar and had stopped fantasizing about an enchanted paintbrush ever since she had started falling asleep over crumpled pages of her textbooks. The dark circles around her eyes had shadows of an incurable transformation. Marks of deprivation from the world of creativity impregnated her eyes. They were deep, but didn't touch the seabed anymore. Her smile was still alluring, but didn't captivate gypsies anymore. She knew the world better now, but never travelled it again through pages. No one knew if anything was constant or changing. She just knew she couldn't think beyond what she saw anymore. Her parents were proud that their daughter was treading into THEIR dream career. She misinterpreted all the distances born as a part of growing up.