Looking back when...
My writing methods were still too historically framed and too young to be poignant.
Back when my words were still too innocent to be broken.
Back when my heart was too red to be bitter and too naive to not believe.
Back when my life was still too young to know everything that I used to think I can do just anything.
Back when youth was still my pride...
And... now with age comes wisdom, and I know there are still so much to learn.