Youth

Posted by Melissa Robin on Jul 18, 2012 in Art, Photography | 0 comments

When we are young, we live each day unaware of anything beyond what our eyes see, our nose smells, our ears hear, what we taste and what we touch and grasp with our small hands. Our curious natures are insatiable and the terms “consequence” or “tomorrow” or “future” had no meanings.

But as we grow older and responsibilities pile onto our shoulders, social stigmas weigh us down and reason and logic stop us from being impulsive… our innocent selves become buried.

I never want to have to “find” my inner child as it seems most adults eventually do, so, I let Her laugh when my hair tickles my neck, in the wind and I let Her dance barefoot, in the grass. She is the one finding the shapes in the clouds and She is the one searching for fairies while I peer through leaves of twisted tree branches.

Words By Bunni Morrill

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