Whenever I see children running like wild horses on the lawn, playing, laughing, smiling, sticking their tonges out, poking their playmate's eye, or yelling their hearts out, I see innocence, I see freedom, I see wild imagination, I see bliss, I see genuine happiness. I envy them.

At times when I see sadness cloud in, I just try to regress. Go back to childhood. Go back to it like it's a far away land I once resided. It almost always lighten up my soul.

I like children. They're innocent, they're honest...but at times annoyingly innocent and brutally honest. Their innocence is like a sharp knife that could cut through your skin without you knowing it. And their honesty could make you realize that you're the biggest lie the world had ever told.