A letter to my inner child

I guess, if I must face you again and gain something – but your gain is my gain. And again I find you here. Within me you rest and I hold it all. And you hold the wonder. And you keep it safe inside small hands. The lights of a thousand wishes glow in the spheres of your eyes, unbothered by the blackness that the world may force upon you, but shimmering forth because containing it would be more impossible than caging the sea. I love the stories you tell, not to be noticed, but to simply hear them as they enter reality. To entertain an audience of one and only one. Carving out a space to live in and making it home. I love you.