Wordsmoker

Sometimes? Sometimes, oh sometimes you meet someone with no guile. With a learned innocence. Someone who’s going through a rough time, and even though they know this (because they talk a lot and tell you everything because they haven’t yet learned to self-censor their thoughts) they somehow still look towards a horizon they’re yet to define themselves. They already know at a terribly young age about hardship and loss when in an ideal world they wouldn’t. They’re not weaker because of this. They’re stronger because of it.

Sometimes you meet these people when you least expect it. Somehow the world has engineered your meeting with a fantastical randomness you’ll never even begin to comprehend. The only mind who can understand this is a mind the size of the universe. You don’t have one. Some things are just outside your mental remit. It’s no use analysing them, it’s the definition of wasted effort.

Folks? You just have to go with the flow. Deal with it.

The strength of these people also strengthen you. They don’t know this, and really? You don’t realise it at the time either. That’s what makes it good.

Years later, when you’ve helped these people, and they’ve helped you by letting you help them? Years later you’ll realise that in that first meeting, full of babble and hurried histories, of borrowed cigarettes and dreams – years later you’ll realise that at that moment is when you started loving them. Not falling-in-love love. Just a pure love.

A love without guile. A love with a learned innocence. A love uncensored.

A love strong.

I’ve got a funny feeling these guileless, innocent bastards are everywhere.

I already have proof.