Innocence is the quiet before the storm.
The tension before the explosion of energy.
A brief period where everything seems to make sense and has hope.
The sense of optimism that overshadows the negative wasteland,
That was created out of spite and fear.
A time when things seem simple,
And life is just a beautiful dream.
In time the quiet will die,
And the mechanics of reality will come to fruition.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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