sometimes i wonder if my wanting of a disconnection from this world is an escape. escape from reality? or simply just a simple desire for simplicity?
i guess to find who i am, fearless in accepting my flaws, comfortable in my own skin, then do you find people who matters stay
random, love with a child is such a pure thing, they are what they seem, no hidden agenda in their love, a kind of love i can freely give knowing that it will be taken harmlessly, not taken advantage of, and one they will freely give back w every fibre of their soul, if willing. the kind of love i dare to open my heart to, to whollly give bcos i guess they will never trample on it, or if they do, you wont blame them, they are real. children are real. why do we grow up losing ourselves then, using people, trying so hard to find ourselves in the midst of a free wheeling crazy world. fuzzy nightmare slowly fades now, i lift my head and wonder what next? my heart longs for a basic meaningful life, somehow knows its what i want. i just need to find a way there. way back to my inner core, my heart's words.