Innocence.
I’m unsure as to why.
But i’m so drawn to people, objects, clothing that have a quality, fact or state of innocence.
When i see someone with this quality, i can’t help but stare.
I want their story.
Innocence is beautiful. Maybe that is the wrong word to use because 'beautiful' describes that which is aesthetically pleasing were as innocence is not a physical characterisic, it is beyond that. It is skin deep and doesn't father with age.
p.s Has anyone else ever finally figured out what they want and what they most definantley do not want. But you just go along with it all because its just easier than trying to reason your way out of it. And after you can’t help but think, how did i lose sight of what i wanted. How could i do that to myself.
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