A Few Things

In the beginning we love everything; the mobile that hangs above our head, the rattle in our hand, that favorite stuffed animal or blanket we put so much faith in. When the only word for God is mother and we never have to endure or pretend, but as time goes on, those damaging tides roll in. With each blue crush of the pipe, we twist and bend, until only a few things remain that we truly love. It’s at that moment of realization, as if trying to retain our own innocence; we pull close that which we still hold dear and thank God above.