Changes...

Life is a ghost; the barely there image waiting in the shadows, The death we fear. The death...I welcome. I suffer pain as my friends become strangers. I remember when lollipops meant candy, protection meant wearing helmets, when clothes didn't matter, and when getting high meant playing on swings at the playground. I remember when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties. Dad's shoulders were the highest mountain and Mom was my hero. Race issues were about who ran the fastest, the only drug I knew about was cough medicine, my worst enemies were my brothers and sisters, skinned knees were the only thing that could hurt me...and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.

Now lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent turn into sluts, and homework goes in the trash. Soda becomes vodka, getting high means coke or heroine, and kisses turn into sex.

To think we just couldn't wait to grow up. Why can't we just go back to when we were kids? To when we were innocent?