Friday, January 18, 2013

Sleeping Child


I really miss the times when everything was simpler. When I can just do things without having to think about the consequences. When nothing seems to bother me. when everyone was so innocent and pure. As time goes by, everyone keeps getting darker. All those skeletons they have to keep. All the dirty little secrets. They rot your insides. Slowly but surely they rot you. Change you. Slowly turns you into someone even yourself won't be able to recognize.

But I like to believe that inside these darkness lies the innocence. That child we were all once was. Sleeping so tenderly. I like to believe that despite all this negativity, there is still good inside all of us. That this small part of our past will someday save us. That there is still hope for a better life.

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