(Have no idea what an inner child is? Check out this helpful page on subconscious psychology) Every day, you were someone different. The first day of fourth grade, the last day of high school, in the zoo, or wandering the woods. I hold you, or I try to, this fractaling puzzle in my heart ofContinue reading “Inner Child”
Scribble safflower petals around the sun, dye the moon a neon egg. Color curly-cues into the meadows so the scars and dust of flame and heartache might one day melt into art.