Where does our innocence go?
In that first moment out of our mother’s womb…. that first moment when we open our eyes, and take our first breath – we are in our most innocent form.
Not yet tainted by the worlds vices and corruption. The color of our skin doesn’t matter. The barriers of beliefs don’t exist.
We don’t have experiences to jade us, influences to negatively affect us.
In that first moment we are a blank sheet of paper, who’s life is about to start being penned.
So where then does it go?? When does it go? Is it from that next moment – where paper meets pen?