When I was a child, I adored coloring pictures with joy,
But as an adult, the thought of coloring outside the lines brings me anxiety.
During my younger years, I had a deep affection for reading stories,
But as I've grown up, the responsibility of crafting them has fallen upon me.
Loving people came naturally to me in my childhood days,
However, as I've matured, fear of them has become ingrained in my beliefs.
Once, I wholeheartedly believed in unicorns and princesses,
But now, in adulthood, my vision seems clouded by visions of malevolence and sorcery.
In my youth, I possessed a sense of invisibility,
Yet, with time, I've come to realize that I was simply overlooked and forgotten.
No matter how much love or effort I invest, the present cannot replicate the past,
It appears I must embark on a journey to rediscover the essence of love in the present moment.