To attempt to deceive LOVE is to steal mothers milk from the mouths of babes.
To be a thief of innocence takes not great wit or skill, but a self loathing that desires its own soul to kill.
To our own sins, our mortal shame we must not become blind; they are the dullest blades that leaves the scars that frame and remind of the pain of the absence of empathy, the forgetting of LOVE.
“I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don’t care that we don’t.” ~ Dylan Thomas