I wish I could be him. I wish I could travel back through time to 1986. Stay there forever. As a seeker of knowledge I wish I never knew the things I know. Better still, know nothing at all. Sometimes innocence is in ignorance.
1 week ago
Getting more and more disillusioned by the world. Where the fuck is my passion? Everyday I see a little toddler play near our home. The little guy is so happy. Merrily chasing the very dog who snarl and chase me at night. Playing with the stones stacked by public works. Throwing stones at will. Still too small to inflict any serious damage. Lots of people to carry him around when his little feet get tired. Run around naked without inducing cringe but lots adoration. Sleep at any desirable time. Still cannot understand the shitty world he has born into. So damn beneficial.
I wish I could be him. I wish I could travel back through time to 1986. Stay there forever. As a seeker of knowledge I wish I never knew the things I know. Better still, know nothing at all. Sometimes innocence is in ignorance.
I wish I could be him. I wish I could travel back through time to 1986. Stay there forever. As a seeker of knowledge I wish I never knew the things I know. Better still, know nothing at all. Sometimes innocence is in ignorance.
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seriya.... i always feel... der is no point in honesty2 anybody evrything is simply rated on d shw offz u present..... a baby has no barriers or restriction... atleast he doesnt knw hw cruel d wrld is.... its really a gr8 feeling... i want ma childhood bak... :(
@anand: True...
Ah you echo my sorrows... :)
I feel the same way. :-)
i will feel the same
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