Busy Streets

She stood in the busy street contemplating the summers. They all seemed to reveal secrets about herself. They all seemed to conquer her in some way. The words they all spoke, the words they all sang were letting her indulge in feelings she hadn’t let happen till then.
The beauty of never learning. The beauty of innocence. Innocence is beauty. Don’t set a line, you’ll never cross it.
❤ ZoZo X