Metamorphor A Photo Series
Metamorphor by Farraz Akbar
First, we were all plain and ordinary.
O’ sweet child O’mine. We knew nothing but fun and freedom. Ignorance and innocence became our identity.
Ambition, aspiration, and perspiration. Catch those stars, O’ Youngsters!
We always tend to avoid become a mature. Because we knew how bad was it. Maturity, did not support your childish dreams.
But if we want to find supports, they never far from us. Never forget where you belong. Chase your dream, again.
Yet, as we get older, our physique become the cage of our own. The limitations to achieve further. We, are powerless to it.
In the end, we are all plain and ordinary, again.
April 2015