A remarkable innocence bestowed upon a soul, white as snow. In two decades and four, a stain creeps in, insidious as the unseen darkness that engulfs the universe. Try as she may, a world closes in, demanding priority, worshipping desire. There are so many things that glisten and gleam like gold, but at the touch, turn the mind to dust.
The sacrifice of a body for a moment of lust, the resounding repercussions of a brain burning in the throes of fantasy…And at the end of these violent palpitations, all that remains is a purity ravaged. What took you so long to get here? And what made you come to a place where things so vile can no longer be unseen and unheard?
You carefully marked your path, avoiding the thorns and temptations. But every now and then, you would stop to smell the flowers. But this beauty covered poison, one that could never be ejected from your soul. Something you should have known…before you let it all go.
Someday it was bound to happen. The curiosity that stirred and grew was too much to conquer, a life in itself that should have been aborted before conception. The regretful choices we make to fit in and experience the ways of the world, steal pieces of us and tear at what remains. And we are left, less than before. Somehow we were convinced we would be so much more.
What gain is there in all the things you have come to know at the lost of your innocence? A birthright, a blessing, gone forever to a darkness unveiled. The locked door you opened with your mind, now seeping into your consciousness, a part of you. I once lived in a field of white flowers. But slowly, they started to die…
