Innocence Robbed

I miss the good old days. The days when nothing seemed to stress me out, nothing seemed to put me in a bad mood, when nothing seemed to restrict me from my happiness. Those days are gone. And they'll never come back.

I miss the days where I could run around on the beach with my sister and not have any worries in the world. I miss the days when we would try to dig holes all the way through the earth, and always stopped after the sand got cold. I miss the days when we drank coconut milk straight from the nut. I miss the days where the ocean shined with a turquoise ray across the horizon. Those were the good days.

I miss the days when I fell asleep because the room was silent. I miss the days when my house flooded with sunshine. I miss the warmth of the sun always shining down on my little body. I miss those days.

I miss the days where the sun would rise and fall on the ocean horizon and the golden rays would reflect on the ocean and the view would melt away any pain. I miss the days where the nights were warm enough to walk around with shorts and a t-shirt. I miss those days.

But what I miss the most is the sky. Oh the beautiful sky. Such a rich blue with white fluff floating carelessly with bird flying by every now and then. The sky would be my sanctuary. It would heal anything when I looked up, and it would plunge my mind into wonder. Whenever I looked up, I would be in awe of the beauty and wonder that took control of my mind. Every time I looked up, I would gasp in wonder while basking in the sun.

Even on the plane, I would always take the window seat, and I would stare out into the clouds for hours. While dreaming, there would always be that one constant thing that I would always remember. The sky. Whether it was a good dream or a bad one, I would always remember what the sky looked like, what the clouds looked like, and what the color was. Why did it captivate me as it did?

I miss those days, because I can't relive them ever again. Even the sky.

Sure, there's blue skies and clouds here also, but what I was robbed of was my innocence. The real world came down, and it stole what I loved most.

Now, the sky is, to me, a big wasteland, smog, countless amounts of planes, filth. Living life robbed me of that. More like, living with hate, disgust, and stress robbed me of my innocence.

I really miss those days.

-Phil