Murakami a Japanese surname..

"All things truly wicked start from innocence." - Ernest Hemingway

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Let's delve into those moments of our youth; do you remember them, the innocence of a laugh, smile, hug, kiss. Those times when you did so much wrong but knew no difference between good or bad, only what you simply wanted and what you thought was right? Hilarious honestly, trying to count the numerous ass whoopings of my youth. Though we grow, we age, and strangely we see through the eyes of our parents.

The world is not a happy place, it is cold and distant and will rip you out at a moments notice. I constantly hate keeping my guard up each and everyday wondering who's going to snuff me from the left or right. I'm always curious as to who I've given an extensive amount of trust to versus who deserves it. What my down fall will be; whether it be a bullet to the head, a burnt bridge catching up with me, or maybe just good ol' fashion cancer.

There are these fearful moments I have that haunt me from time to time, they remind me that though I may feel that moment of a smile, that laughter that lingers, that kiss that melts in, nothing is ever consistent, there seems to always be a frown, a tear, and a broken heart right around the corner. I refuse to accept it though, I refuse to accept that things can't be the way that we want, my childish innocence reminds me that once everything was better, every doorway seemed to be brighter, love was passionate and happiness had a lifespan which lasted for years not moments.

I don't want this for my son; I don't want him looking around searching for the best in things, I want the best in things searching for him. I want him to keep his hopes and dreams for this world, I want him to challenge life and never have to worry about running out of happiness. A fantasy I know, though we grow, we age, and strangely we see through the eyes of our parents..

"Smiling a for moment, but waiting for what's around the corner." - Ryan D.