Watching the final Harry Potter movie.. An exciting finale of the piece of childhood memory that i kept clinging on to it... Friends posted that it is over now... I realised that we have grown much, and the last bit of child in us ends with the destruction of the last 'horcrux'... and the dispersion of Voldermort into ashes or some form of translucent ashes... I cheered for the triumph of Harry Potter, but sadly enough, i couldn't let him go... The storyline is blurred now, weighed down by academic writings, the once running wild imaginations now switched to constant critical thinking mode, the joy of reading the wonderful narrations now become nuetral stares and glances at lengthy journals....
Where the child is now in me? Only in the screen i found the child in me running freely twirling wands at leaves which turn to tiny flying wings...
It is lost, i ouldn feel it in my heart anymore, it is lost in the forest of growing up... ocassionally peeking from thick mass of bushes and twisted tree trunks...
The forest keeps growing, the frequency of seeing the child lessens now...
Where is she? Lost in the woods...
Playing with herself, till the older one comes and guide her out and fills her tummy with dinner...in that case where she will grow, and there are no children left in the woods... Except Peter Pan who escapes growing up...
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