I was lying in bed last night listening to my own heart beat through my ear against the pillow.
When I was a little girl, I used to lie in bed wondering how could such thing be possible.
Logically thinking, my heart is down there and my ear is up here.
How can I hear my own heart beat through my ear against the pillow?
Wonders and questions that go through your mind when you are a child are no longer a mystery to you today.
I miss the days that I thought I could fly and I miss all the questions in life that just faded away unsolved.
My Father likes to tell me about the questions I would ask on our way to kindergarden.
"Daddy, how many flowers are there in the world?"
"Daddy, do the trees really sing and dance like that?"
"What happens when you die..."
Why don't I think about the dancing trees and matters in life that I have no answer to?
When did I stop caring. When did I give up. Suddenly, I had so many questions and regrets.
