Maybe the days we all lived in were gone.

We all claim our childhood was fun and enjoyable, filled with laughter and love as we recall our games and interaction. We all say we remember how we played with our friends, how we enjoyed treats, how lovely that we were so innocent, naive.

Our eyes fill with the tears that were once the stale waters beneath our skin, never getting a chance to breathe the fresh air. They slip down the cheeks that were once full of kisses blown by our family. They drip and stain onto the clothes which were once stained with only the freshness of nature.

Each dream that gave us the motivation to work on disappeared. They disintegrate into tiny pieces, crushed by the heavy expectations that our family, teachers, even peers give us. We all realise the struggle in the society, and we learn that it's either fight or die. We fight for our survival, no matter how hard it is, and with each stroke of the weapons we wield, we cut out a part of our innocence. These pieces spill out of the depths of our heart and shatter like glass.

As each bit of the child in us fester and wither and our minds are infested with the disease of work, the pure white childhood is stained with this mould. We forget how sweet the air is as we constantly force our heads into the water, hoping to learn how to breathe under the waves.

And as we slowly learn, we breathe the air of struggles and pain that manifest in the waters of the world. We forget how beautiful the land is as we slip into the water to practise our swimming and grow the fins we didn't have before. Each piece of us now is just a copy of others, to get to what they are, and the word "me" does not truly belong to us anymore.

Only that glittering shard of innocence that threatens to break floats aimlessly in our hearts. That is the only thing which belongs to us. And because of our selfish actions, foolish thinking, we forget the sweet feeling of true air, the place where we truly belong. That little shard slips quietly into the abyss as it suffocates in the waters which it never learnt to breathe in.

And we claim that we remember the pieces of our childhood.