Innocence.
I felt mine slowly drift away throughout the years.
There are times when I truly miss seeing the good in everything, in everyone. But after all of the pain that I’ve been through, I’ve become stone-cold and weary of just about everything.
My innocence has been nothing more than a shadow in my subconscious, afraid of shining her light again.
It’s gotten to the point where I can’t go a single day without thinking of anything negative, whether they were in the past, present, or future.
Where is the girl whose smile was as bright as the sun?
Where is the girl who kept a positive attitude even though she was going through a rough day?
Where is the girl who saw hope and faith in everyone?
Where is the girl who was excited about things, and focused on the good aspects of an adventure?
Where is the girl who only cried during sad scenes in movies?
Where is the girl who overlooked the storm and saw the rainbow?
Where is she?
What has she become?
Will a part of her ever return?
I look back at some of my old photos and when I compared them to my more recent ones, I was genuinely surprised at how different my smile has become.
My smile had obviously lost that certain spark it once had.
I want it back.
So much.
And I feel that my smile and the little girl I once was wants to come back as well.
