Remember when we used to dream?
When we used to dream in color?
When everything was so beautiful,
When we saw the world as an opportunity.
Now we just see the world as a battle.
Remember when we dreamed in color,
Before the world turned black and white?
It used to be so easy...
We used to love.
Do you remember all those dreams we dreamed?
The ones where we could touch the sky?
It doesn't seem real anymore.
I know it never was, but still...
Remember when we had hope?
Wow I didn't mean for that to be so deep... I actually might turn that into something.
This is what I think of when I think of childhood and hope... I think of being free and I think of when we used to dream in color, before our worlds tuned black and white.
Taken by me, on my iPod touch, edited on Picnik. I know the top is a little rough but it was just a 10 minute experiment, and I figured I'd post it.