July 10, 2024
1:24 am
My sorrowful child. My nurturing mother. My girl, born to be a lover, stuck with the shards of your brain. Your fears, your tears, you know they're all in vain. My friend with a galaxy splattered mind, stars and moons of a thousand years connected, wanting to shine. My child, feeling neglected but bound to be the reflected, helpful sister. Not knowing if you want to be bright or sinister. My little rat, sniffing new books daily. Not knowing what you want, little soft "maybes" painting your future. My indecisive, always supportive, dear, dear friend. You have been heaven sent.
