A poem of life.

You entered life as a baby, with all of the love in the world. You look into your mother's eyes and all you can see is warmth. You do not know what pain or horror you are about to face. Your heartbeat is steady and calm. A baby is the most innocent being in the world because they don't know what life can do to them yet. Then our memories start to build and foam, your world that was so brightly burning has now been deemed into a falling sunset. Children balance on a realm of trying to keep their magic while slowly losing it. When you think about it, everything makes sense. Adults are always the ones in Christmas movies who can't believe it. Because they slowly realized, what's the point in believing? Heartbreak, suffering, endless pain with maybe only a little bit of hope. Growing up is never as cracked up as people make it to be.