The Art of Stealing Innocence

how does one loose their hope? passion and longing for freedom. faitytales and romance... in my younger years i craved the adventure and the unknown found in my books. i would write page after page of stories. secrets locked away for some day to fly away. but now... where r they now? a veil is placed precariously over my face, waiting patiently to fall away once more. wat put it there? perhaps one too many broken hearts jarred my image. faded that spark within my soul. i now think in terms of practicality where i used to follow my heart and dreams....i worry, i think, but seldomly do i dream. is this just part of growing up? must i relinquish my love for adventure? will romance find me? or was this innocence stolen from me? forever lost to oblivion. only to be seen in future generations. or will love cure me? so many questions grip my soul.