Our innocence often slips silently into the murkiness of the world, shattering on some intrusion of reality, before we even realize it has fallen. Those lost shards cut deep, and once gone, can never be fully retrieved, and thus can never truly heal. Still we must gather up what pieces we can find, bind them up, and create a new innocence from the old so we can go on living.
The words ring so true
ReplyDeleteThis is dark but hopeful. Sometimes, I feel exactly like this. Great work.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of picking up the pieces to create a new innocence, rather than living in the absence of innocence.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely! I can imagine the innocence falling onto stone and shattering like a glass. Great job!
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