about the romantic idea of children as pure, innocent, good:

by mandaceehb

they skip by and break into wide, carefree smiles, simple sincere talk, nudging each other with playful good intention. clear bright warm eyes like brand new camera lenses that haven’t yet been tainted by the dust of judgment, accepting each individual equally regardless of all the unnecessary factors that crowd our complicated adult world. minds and hearts like uncluttered storerooms, bearing no true grudges or grievances. hopeful, trustable, a state that we can never revert to- I know this surely. I know this as I know my wonder-filled gaze that trails behind their unseeing footsteps, heedlessly trudging on.