Poetry

Little Girl / [Who told you?]

There's a little girl down the street with her head held high and her wide eyes sparkling. Looking at the world through an innocent mind without a care. Who will be the one to tell her? That the world is one giant grey area. That love and hate aren't always polar opposites. That people aren't either bad or good. Loud or quiet. Happy or sad. That antonyms are the things of myths, legends, and fairytales. Who will be the one to tell her. Someone has to. Someone always has to. Who told you? Or did you the girl with big eyes and even bigger dreams figure it out for yourself. Did you go looking for fairies in the bushes and come back with only scrapes and cuts? Did you learn from experience? Or do you remember? CAN you remember?...remember when it all changed...when you "grew up"...when u stopped looking at the world and seeing good and bad, happy and sad, love and hate all seperately. The moment you realized that there was no such thing as black and white. That everything was grey. When did you stop imagining and dreaming and hoping? ......When did you stop living?