Do you see the differences between he and I?
A difference of innocence, of childish naivety
A difference in the way we look; observe; see the world
He still sees the bright colors of youth, of imagination, of what he wants this world to be
I can see the dull greys of truth, of reality, of what my life will become
I don't want that-
for me, for him, as his age steadily rises.
I want us to live untouched, unmolested in our little bubble of happiness
Stowed away from hates and evils and protected from all the things I've come to know.
I want us to live there in fake harmony,
until our fictitious world-