I'm not learning, I'm here. Subsiding from cultural norms, I'm here.
the purest thing we ever have is innocence. there's no way to describe it. it's just there. I'm just here. I used to carry the innocence with me everywhere I went, but that time has long since passed. once it's gone, it's gone forever. ****** into the black abyss we call our past. and it's what we continue to long for year after year, time and time again. because we were pure then. we were innocent. oblivious to all the negativity. oblivious to the depression that will soon consume us. taking over our whole existence. and I realize, now, that's where the nostalgia takes its toll on us. the fact that we didn't know what was coming. we didn't know our innocent smiles and dreams would be deprived of us. swept up and thrown out. or is it hiding under the rug as if it amounts to nothing but forgotten dirt left by lazy, careless children? was it that well dressed in disguise that we forgot about it, letting it fall right through our fingers? or is it still wandering around, lost and begging to be found?