The child I used to be was free. He was the sort of child for which the world was a perfectly just place. Just black and white - nothing in between. Life was good, at least as long as he listened to the rules. To be sure, things did happen that opposed his sense of justice, but those were wrongdoings. No-one would ever come out to defend those actions.
They claim they're still free; still children at heart. But I'm hard pressed to believe it. To believe that the child that's in them is the child that used to be there. The child that they now have is too intelligent; too biased, to view the world with a child's eye. The eye to which every loved one is beautiful. The eye that envisions dancing in the rain.
And when someone does try, try to be a child with children's eyes, the same 'they' will give you a look as if to say: "You don't belong. You've seen it all. You've lost your 'child'."
Do you have Deren blood in you? They have a habit of being named Chezky.
ReplyDeleteHmmm... no, and if I did I wouldn't tell you, would I?
ReplyDeleteBesides, it's not a 'habit', and it does run in my (extended) family.
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