Untouched

(poems go here) Untouched Is it possible to go back to those days where worries did not exist? Where I could play amongst the unicorns and share an imaginary friend? Be able to capture the vivid imagination I had as a child? Have dreams that are not bound by the realities of the world? Can I go out and stare at the clouds and see the marshmallows dance? I want to climb a tree and imagine that if I could just reach the top I can touch the sky. I want to spend the day wasting hours away and losing sense of time. I want to be able to look in the mirror and love my reflection and all my imperfections. Go back to the days where beauty and opinions did not matter, only pure fun. I want to go back to my world of endless cartoons, games, and playing with my sister for hours. I want to be able to run outside and see a playground that only consists of two bushes, a pavement, and a tree in the yard. Oh how I wish I could disappear back to my youth and forget pain, heartache, worries, schedules, death, assignments, deadlines, bills, stress, and all these other worldly things that make us grow up eventually. All these things I wish for, but none compares to my innocence. I want to again obtain that magical essence that shielded me to truly look at the simple wonders I loved so much. It would be so wonderful to go back to that place and that phase of life that once held my youth, but it is forever gone. The world came along with its endless life lessons and stole it from me. It exists now only in my mind, memories, and random moments where I can remember how blissful it was to be untouched.