Less alive

The innocence within humans, hidden beneath a staunch resolute exterior. When I find it in myself I feel misunderstood. I know it doesn't matter because being understood never creates the reaction I anticipate. Silence freezes time, but nothing can stop the flow. Thoughts that are familiar, ideas that don't seem new. Tugging and pulling in opposite directions. From a center, what is there? By pulling on it trying to get more I move further away from the center. Sitting next to it not moving I find vigor, while feeling less alive.
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Essentially Evil

A rite of passage, or a closing the passage. A point in time that things change. A passage that defines the boundaries of childhood and adulthood. Without knowing things have changed things do change. How can it be that offering a helping hand is seen as a good omen? What benefit is there in stunting growth? When all involved essentially stop developing.
It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96