Sometimes I wish I was pure, untouched like the snow that falls softly upon the ground.
Each snowflake, individually unique like our fingerprints.
But then, human feet fall over the fresh snow and dirty it in an instant.
Their shoes, enveloped by the remains of the past walks on the black roads.
With each human, along drags all of their past experiences, filling them until they tumble out.
Some people keep it all inside, but some let it spill out unto other people around them.
Sometimes it is too hard to keep quiet of the pain, I call this the over boiling of the pot.
If vou have heard of the story of the mouse on the boat, you might understand what I am talking about.
Sometimes people are capable of keeping it all to themselves, until one thing pushes them over the edge.
I wish I was pure, like a newborn baby completely oblivious to its
surroundings.
No memories inhabit its small head, and its only fears are falling and loud
noises.
Every fear I have is learned, from my evil environment and thorn filled past.
The way I act, paved by all of my past experiences.
Sometimes I look at those completely shrouded by the dark and feel empathy.
No matter how many evil acts they commit, like the God who forgives all sins, I feel some faint love for the person they once were.
For every adult there was once an innocent child ready to face the world.
But sometimes the world ruins this innocence, with a simple click of a button.
One word or sentence can destroy years of positive influence.
Many fall unfortunate to the grasp of their peers.
Like cancer, the tendrils of time latch onto their brains.
I wish I was pure, like the pristine water that flows over the river rocks.
Like spring water, cold but pure, clear and crystal-like.
My heart is in a constant battle between warm and cold.
How the warm sun falls on the cold springs but barely penetrates the surface.
I wish I was pure like a cat, blissfully unaware of the worries of the world.
A cat does not have to worry if they will die alone.
A cat does not have to worry about much but when they will be fed next.
I wish I was simple, but my brain has complexities further than anyone could truly be able to pick apart and understand.
I am not pure, but impurity is just an unavoidable part of human life.
