innocence and purity fall to the earth around me, around them as they wander. they fall whispering sweet nothings in my ear as i reach after them, trying so desperately to grab hold, not only for my sake, but for theirs, for my little fallen angels.

but innocence and purity are always just a little farther, another step ahead, always out of reach. my fingers close on empty air, and hope for the moment is lost.

i watch them as they fall, like white petals, slipping softly to the earth, mocking me with their descent. so easy it once was, to be innocent, to be pure, untainted. i try so hard to preserve it for them, my angels, my two blond haired, blue eyed boys, but they wander too far, they choose their own paths.

paths that i cannot follow or understand. and they are lost to me with time, with age, with experience....

and all i can do is watch now. i see the white petals fall, sinking in their path, falling oh-so-gracefully to the ground and leaving reality and truth in their wake...

a reality and a truth i had hoped they would never see.

my little blue eyed angel boys, i am here for you always. and that my friends is one of the lesser evils of now, of this new truth you will come to see.