Innocent in Reality

Plague. A continuous pressure from the outside that presses against with a vile sense of ambiguity ... with no sense of knowing or witnessing the actions of word, moments or situations towards the innocent signs of the world.

What would you consider, a plague upon a bright mind, young or old? It could be many things. The sense of moving out the door, of going down the road, of having a look over at a crowd and just, making a note of a situation as nothing important, when abuse arises. So, you take a look. There is someone, innocent trapped in a cycle of hatred and bigotry from others who have no sense but ignorance and hatred. Why would you take a look with an eye towards this innocent bystander? What sense does this reality affect your churning lifestyle. The innocent are plagued by the manner of this cycle. Why would you ever take a chance to save someone from this cycle of "faggot", "whore" or "bitch you don't deserve to live". A sight mentioned by the daily news and common sources from world events and school campuses across the very world that watches it pass by, another life.

There is a side of our soul that is innocent, that wants to smile, that wants to share another feeling of joy and embrace the world and show a bare truth. But frankly, the hidden sense of delight will be trapped behind the smile ... always and forever.

So when reality plagues, pushes and massacres a sense of wonder, awe and ambition, what role do you play. What sign do you conjure. You could hold hands to a prayer or take a chance, realize and breathe. When someone turns to suicide, just remember the fact, it could have changed for the better if reality set in to save this innocent life. Passive is still a curse to the motions around.

Plague. Minds have it all, but embrace the innocence of desires, and learn to be a face for reality, and break the cycle of hatred. the words within, embrace

- ... SA

Day One

From the beginning, we are something. From the wound, to that first step into a new classroom, it is a beginning, it is ... day one. What could be said from this, first day. There is an eye of curiosity, a sense of bliss, a feeling of knowing not enough, but wise enough to protest your innocence and be free spirited with thoughts and feelings. With each step, each day ... we all move to another day one. We see that light for the first time. We see that person for some reason. We grab a hold of that special moment and let that day speak volumes on how we move forward and lean on the curve of the hours that pass along. A question only comes beyond, a feeling of the unwilling comes around, but for that beginning ... there is a sense of one feeling. There is that thing. As you come to day one as ignorant to the manner that can be generated from a wave or a hello, it doesn't matter what happens as you have that thing for that moment. So ... from that first date, to that first kiss, to that first child that cycles from that love ... you will watch those thought of wonder, of awe, of excitement upon the face of another as you lay in that bed and end the beginning with another day ... passing. Even with a last breath from a body that experienced all, there is a thought that it is still the beginning even at the end. Wise you are ... and let this be the first thoughts you come across from reading a passage from another. If anything you get from day one, remember that beyond this post will be another first for a world within

- ... SA