Innocence found nowhere to go. abused and mistaken it took on their shape.
it's friends had all learnt enough about the world too soon.
He who can not tell right from wrong and good from bad is the slut
Are those who the world has robbed sooner than the others, the men and women who perch comfortably, classify women, who claim class, who mistreat women, who take their talent for granted, or better still do nothing, just sad for what they cannot have back?
But he learnt to stop asking for silly things, and accepted that little truth : that feelings have little or no place in a world dominated by power structures, class, delusions of largeness and facades and misogyny - and they will always win over the truth, over justice, over feelings, over the very momentary seduction of the non-conformism of those structures.  He learnt that Wisdom was the end of him.
That to survive, it must be as clever and corrupt.
In a world where even naivety becomes a projection of class and vocabulary for social media seductions, the one who has struggled to make sense of the world all alone foolishly, is better seen as the clever.
The one who can live with the alone-ness of darkness (as outsider), can live with the alone-ness of threat (as insider).
And it went exactly that way.
What they need to be told he thought, is that the outsider only likes life from outside theirs door - he is not interested in their friends, in their people, in their status, in stealing or threatening, or in being loved, he wants only justice. And that the beautiful innocence of understanding the world for yourself, of taking your time, is not the same as being dumb or naive.
He learnt that wisdom itself was just a form of clever, a corruption one learns as an art of self-protection. And that malice and wisdom, too, go hand in hand - and that is the art of the inside.
He could not decide if wisdom was a blessing to be embraced, or if he'd rather fight it and remain a child. the child who will be misunderstood as childhood passes by, mistaken as more malicious than those who actually play and fight to remain with and besides others, to remain inside.
Niceness, naivety, rebellion, love, friendship is just another word for foolishness.
For the only thing that moves the world is strength, class, images, and who you can keep at bay thus.