I took a bubble bath yesterday, a girl deserves to relax every once in a while and just soak in a sea of bubbles, doesn't she? Relaxation never came. I just sat and spun my wheels.
I cupped some tiny, fluffy, white bubbles in my hands and felt them pop; and watched them melt away. I thought that the bubbles would remind me of my childhood, of a time when everything was harmless, innocent. But I remembered something else. Nothing was harmless to me, I suppose, maybe, something was innocent a very, very long time ago. I couldn't remember innocence, I couldn't grasp it, or hold it, nothing.
So instead of celebrating the innocence I thought I would see, I was mourning it. I was crying and blubbering over the innocence that kept melting away in my hands. I was incredibly saddened that I couldn't hold the innocence I hoped I once had. I couldn't remember ever seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses.
The young children, even the adults that have it, should appreciate every second of what innocence they have; because one day, it will just melt away.