if i had a dime for every time you walked away i could afford to not give a shit

[sixfigures]

i wrote this cause i was bored.

the simplicity in youth
can be described in one word
freedom.
when you're little
there are no worries
there are no complaints
your mind sets the limitations, not the chalkboard.
your canvas always contains far off places
with magaical beings and
innocent misconceptions
when you're young,
there is so much to see
so many vibrant colors
so many smiling people
trying to give you the illusion that they're happy.
when youre young a piece of candy is a delacy
its worth so much more than 50 cents.
no one got you things you didnt like for christmas
money wasnt an issue
clothing wasnt an issue
music wasnt an issue
YOU werent an issue.
when you were little.. people were paid to watch your every move
and the minute your parents were out of the door
those watchers infected you with whatever they wanted to cause no one was there to correct them
when you were little, people werent so confusing
if they were, you didnt really give a shit.
no ones opinion of you really meant anything
you werent stuck in your own head
answering your own questions
you knew it was okay to ask why.. repeatedly.
life was filled with sunny days, bubbles, and sidewalk chalk.
damn- i miss sidewalk chalk.