Show your true colors

"When the child was a child, it walked with its arms swinging. It wanted the stream to be a river, the river a torrent, and this puddle to be the sea. When the child was a child, it didn't know it was a child. Everything was full of life, and all life was one."

I remember the times. The child I used to be could just taste the life out of a hotdog. It was a feast. Nowadays, I just walk around blind, deaf, just numbed.

How long till you stop seeing a face?