As i grow up...

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As I grow up, I become more an analyzer of what’s going on.

I watch a boy that walk everyday to school, and holding Al-Qur’an, trying to memorize the ayat.

I watch friends coloring her lips with the confusing kind of lipstick’s shades.

I watch someone’s waiting for some other one with sadness all over her face.

I watch my dad rub my mom’s back after a day of tiredness ( I know, I cried too).

I watch my ex in his friend’s instastory with the straight face I knew for our 3 years.

I watch my lecturer wiping his forehead after teaching us in lab. (Can you imagine my heart melts?)

I watch my sister’s face while trying to solve chemistry questions.

I watch the sky is more beautiful than its ever be.

I watch people laugh vulnerably as I watch them from afar.

I watch the dust on my books that I never read again, poor my books.

I watch that people show off everything like everything in their Instagram story which is bullshit.

I watch my friend’s expression while telling me stories about her love-life, it’s very nice to hear.

I watch soldiers with a kind hearted-face trying to finish his academy for sacrifice his life for his nation.

I watch my own face after doing skin-care things which I love the feeling most.

I watch that people judge you by your social media.

I watch myself, that I become more sarcastic.

I watch the flowers that my mum planted which is beautiful.

I watch my friend’s expression while entering the class and knowing that the lecturer have come earlier. That shocked face!

I watch my phone, no message from someone special.

I watch my phone, a message from a man that I don’t think that he’s special but he keeps sending one.

I watch that my life is absurd in a positive kind of way.

I watch my grades. O….kay

I watch my swatch, sadly it’s broken,  and I’m such an idiot for making it broken.

I watch the food on the trash can, while childerns in Syria don't know how to get a food, that hurts…

I watch the scavenger on the street, looking nowhere with a dull face.

I watch my friend’s lip that so purplish because of cigarette.

I watch like everything (not really), but I keep it inside.

Sometimes it becomes the tought I want to write, but I can’t start with something. Too much on my head. When I was a kid, I analyze too but I know what is it. As I grow up, I know what is it, maybe more than when I was a kid. It relaxs me just to analyze and put it into words.

Life is sort of weird things going in a good way. Somehow I watch then I smile, then I let it go. 

Have you ever in life, watch something passes in fornt of you, and start thinking about something like your boy/girlfriend, home, mom's food, your room and you don't know what to do next?

This is how i ever be in that.