Y'know what.
Today I ran home from the station.
I felt free.
Free for the first time in a long time.
My legs were going like crazy,
I had the wind in my face
and I was free.
I was free from everything.
I was running
and running
and everything seemed ok.
Because I was free.

Purity.

When we come into this world we are pure. We are as pure as the sun on the horizon, we are so innocent, uninfiltrated by anything. It's soo beautiful.

A baby is so innocent, nothing has yet to damage it. Thoughts have yet to mould us. We merely exist. How beautiful is that?

How beautiful would it be to go back to a time, when we had no worries, no responsibilities, were completely carefree, and devoid of all struggles mental and physical?

How beautiful would that be? A clean, unspoilt canvas.