Children.
The magic of innocence.

Innocence is like a bubble we are in,
once pricked by the needle of truth,
It's lost,
gone,
varnished.
There is no turning back.
Out we go into the real world.

Cruel facts.
Reality.
The harsh world.
We no longer feel safe.
We can never feel safe.
Not ever again.
Maybe only when it all;
comes to an end.

urs truly,
-hayqal.