“Childhood.”

a poem written by me.

I think I miss my childhood because I knew less. I wasn’t told anything; so, knowing less made me flourish more. I think that’s why I always cherish silence. It creates a space for theory and mystery — room for the solace unknown. It leaves me with the freedom to make art without bias. Only true sincerity and individuality.

Now, I’ve just become another product of society. An addition to the carbon copies that make up this generation of never-ending media. I thought I was so different; That’s how I felt in school at least.

But maybe it’s the child in all of us; just trying to find a commonplace to gather. Searching for the unity we once had. Now we all know too much. We make our own assumptions, opinions, rumors. Nothing but negativity about the next person. We’ve dissected the uniqueness out of each other. We are no longer equally special, just exceptionally separated. Left with nothing but the limitless pit of the internet.

Not to mistake the rising resilience of creatives during this drought of artists. But it seems like we all enjoyed more when we focused on the creation rather than the creator.

Which is why…

August 29, 2026.