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Back to a time of naive bliss. At such a time there was more substance and truth within me then there ever will be...

I remember those days of innocence...

Innocence is one of those things everyone has possessed at one point in the span of their lives. When it’s so abruptly taken or gone, it can never be without regret.

I had such an acute sense of innocence. I imagine, in many ways, it was mind boggling. Living in your own world; one that never shows dullness or anger or heartache.

Yet I think I saw such things from time-to-time. I just never knew, or wanted to know the reasons why, though at the time I didn’t realize that.

I was innocent, in that I wanted many, many things, never questioning the possibility of obtaining them. I never worried, at least not about anything very substantial anyway.

I planned a life to live, and it had not a shred of realism anywhere in its proposal. I wished and hoped for those who had had their wishes and hopes so rudely stolen from them. And even then I still couldn’t quite comprehend the complexity of many people’s confusion.

Today I live in a more genuine world. Such thoughts of “innocence” no longer plague me. And that’s sad. I envy those with a reminder of their innocence. I foolishly let go of my memories of a better time...