Innocent. Was I ever innocent? If it was just a dream then that dream shall be my reality. I once knew how the world worked. It was all inside my head, but then I found words and the understanding was gone from me. Words are meaningless without motive. And so I looked for the motive I had had for finding the words to talk to others. I looked under the pebbles in streams, and behind the buildings at night so the dogs wouldn't see me. I looked in the clouds, but when I thought I recognised it they changed and my hands were full of mist. I looked in the air and I dug a few holes. Not many. I asked birds why I wanted to be able to speak. They didn't reply. I think they knew the answer. Eventually I stopped looking, and then I understood.