Teenagers verging on adulthood;
cartoons replaced with the News, and
slumber parties meaning something completely
Different.
Belief in fairies, and
love for family, and immortality is
replaced with Belief in Death, Sex, and
Politics.
Crying out God’s name or your
father’s is no longer done in times of
affection or devotion, but
Ecstasy.
The only kids you hang out with
are products of your friends. Carbon copies
they’ve reproduced; like prints of the
Original.
Minis that have their eyes, and
nose; their smile and laugh. A new
generation to perpetuate unconditional
Love
Cartoons and Santa Clause. Birthdays and
the Greater Good. To believe in God, and
unquestionably, in the
Universe.
