Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

Beautiful, Magical, Kind

I want to be beautiful in that way that little kids notice.
Not because I care about being noticed as having a beautiful face but
Because I believe that children see straight through to your soul.
They know a beautiful soul when they see it. They cant be bothered by all this outward stuff.
They just want to know if youre cool.
And not cool in the way cool is after it's been clouded by cliques and clothes.
The kind of cool that kids notice.

I want to beautiful in that ethereal kind of way.
I want a child to mistake me for a fairy or something not of this world.
I want them to see me and think magic.
Cause kids know magic when they see it.
And I want to be the it that they see.

I want to be kind in the way that kids expect before they know the world is heartless.
I want to show them that kind of kindness
I want to be the kind of kind that kids dont notice is noticeable until they are grownups.

Grown ups see from the outside in, but kids see the heart.

I want to make my little kid self proud.
Back when I didn't want to grow up but I wanted to get older. Back when anyone could be a princess and I thought fairies were hiding in the corners of my back yard. Back when every stranger was a new friend and my favorite teacher was the prettiest woman Id ever seen. Back when innocent faith hadnt been tested and I had to reason to doubt goodness. I want to be that kind of
beautiful,
magical,
kind.