I walk threw the crowd bewitched by their simplicity and there happiness over the simplest of items. I don’t know what I came here to find but I’m drawn to the sound and the laughter. How I miss to smile and to feel compassion, these creatures do it with ease like it’s a act of just breathing the air. Yes I breath air to so why can’t I smile and laugh with the innocent little chuckle like they do, without something sinister behind it

A little girl, pink ballon in one hand fairy floss in the other, blonde curly pigtails trailing down her shoulders, with a fluffy pink dress only a grandpa could love, reassuring the girl she looks beautiful. Without a care in the world she twirls around and around eating her fairy floss, sweet I remember it tastes and I get clarification by this by the look on her face as she licks her lips

I remember those days not a care in the world apart from the present and all the wants you desire become yours to grasp, feeling and sound of all five senses tingling at every tip of your body

The days when I could feel is a great distant memory

So devilishly jealous of these beautiful creatures I am