Adolescence

Adolescence the epitome of innocence. Shackles unlatched, ropes untied, white lies, like you’ll be fine, simply phrases that adults use to protect our precious souls. There are no restraints to the world of imagination that is within us all. Children’s souls rumbling, shaking, quaking with excitement. Tiny hands, clawing up the rigid structures of play. Griping and clinging to bars, children are monkeys swinging from trees, breathing in the fresh air of the sea, taking in the world with a lens that slowly gets lost as our minds evolve.

Stop, stay just please stay a child, keep your innocence in tact, because eventually you will wish that your innocence isn’t merely an act. tact, because eventually you will wish that your innocence isn’t merely an act.

Society is maniacally devious, every insult, ingrained in our intuition leaving innocence to be incapacitated and imagination incapable. The magical fortress of fairytales and figments fade away to the mush of a manipulated memory.

Stop, stay just please stay a child, thoughts that spiral and turn, lurch toward each wall of an overwhelmed mind. Silently screaming so that someone doesn’t notice. Life gets harder but you have to stay strong. Sometimes it will feel like you are slowly sinking underwater, the weight pressing against empty lungs, suffocating you until eyes roll back into the darkness of solitude. Don’t be afraid. Assignments are just pieces of your brain spat out onto paper; facts forcibly encoded by recall and repetition. Words vomited onto a screen to fit a number that make or break your career. Tests are pests that loom over you, they crawl into the floor boards waiting until they have their chance to sneak up and strike. These pests are not dangerous but they crawl around you, creeping with their claws, scratching your face while you try to breathe. Nights are never-ending, long and limitless, looming over as the threat of the next day deepens. To sleep or succeed, is the melody that sings, stuck in your head like a hit song that plays too many times; the song triggers torment, causing hot flashes and wet streaks to run down faces.

Stop, just please stay a child, let your mind roam free because you have the liberty to be. Run through the phenomenal fields of friendship and let yourself soar swiftly skimming the souls of your feet on the damp grass. Allow yourself to break free from the chains that are not yet locked because there will be a time where the shackles seem to only get tighter. Allow yourself to breath because in reality you only get one life here.