Thursday, February 7, 2008

a small thought on youth

i miss playing with invisible monsters. i think once you stop doing that, your imagination dies just a little. your imagination is never as pure as when your young, and that is beautiful.

1 comment:

she comes undone said...

as i got older, my invisible monsters started to resemble humans more than anything else. i don't play with them. they haunt me instead.

i'm talking about monsters under the bed and the little dancing creatures on the sidewalks that used to follow my school bus when i was a kid.

now they've become rapists, muggers, and all of those sorts instead.

yeah i'm pretty sure a little part of me died.. "innocence".