Aiming for infectious clarity.
There was once a midge who lived for a day, This is a rare thing for a midge you see, Most live for minutes and hours they say, But this one little midge decided, hay not me, I shall not conform to...
To loose all naivety is to condemn oneself to absolute skepticism. To ignore friendly smile intended for you that shall ease nerves and settle angst.
To become skeptical one must have first experienced what it is to be naive. To have expectation broken and hopes stretched to such lengths as to snap them.
In reply to @redfae It is often pondered and is a strange thing, The question, how long is a piece of string.
Three in the Morning and still I can't sleep, The horrors that haunt me keep me awake, Three in the morning and still I lie here, Trying to save you again and again, Three in the morning with tear...
The room was dark, it was after hours at the hospital.