#feelingunimportant

I was still young, very young, when I dreamt. I dreamt a dream that was not meant to be mine... because I don't have the means, the support, and the 'key'. I thought that it was dumb to look up to things that were unreachable, unconceivable. I was a kid back then. They say that children are the ones who love to explore and wonder, the ones who are expected to act free and wild and happy... but I weren't. I always felt restricted and guarded. I always felt like I'm just a piece of pawn in chess game -- an immaterial one who's being put first in 'to-be-traded-list', or else you're worthless. I had a dream but all I did was to scream... inside. 

Maybe it's just a little, unnecessary dream. I was just a kid then, remember? And isn't everything about me is little, unnecessary and unimportant?