Invisible Lines

There are so many invisible lines in our lives. That limit that separates a joke from an insult. That line after which we go from being a child to an adult, from being blissfully ignorant to understanding, to participating. From beginning to comprehend dirty jokes to making them. From understanding swear words to flinging them about. From licking the cream of the oreo to eating the whole thing. From being comforted by our mothers to comforting. From crying to bottling in. From using exclamations all the time to rarely using more than one. From typyng lyk ths to typing like this. From wishing you were grown up to wishing you weren't. From loving everyone to indifference. From sunshine to cynicism. All separated, but with such a hazy demarcation that you never even realize that there was a bridge, let alone know when exactly you crossed it.

~Sam