I'm no longer a child. This realization has struck me for the millionth time. Try as I may to bring back every reality I had before, these only serve as mere glimpses now, somewhat like a dream that has faded, engulfed by a smoke. Sometimes, I stare into space thinking about how many humps I've gone through, yet older people would tell me that I still have a lot to experience. It makes me wonder most of the time as to whether or not I can still muster enough strength to keep moving on, because there are days when I feel as if every ounce of will to actually move on has been exhausted out of me. I just feel completely drained.