Into the Dark

Adulthood is chaotic. They are phonies. She doesn’t want to change, but we live in flux. There isn’t a choice. She does not want to grow old, but how can you know how old I am? I could have died yesterday and not be old at all, or young. I put on my red hunter’s cap, and fall into the bliss of innocence; the darkness of ignorance. This is what we do when our hearts take over.