I feel like there is a riverbed in front of me, and I'm trying to find the smallest part to jump across.
I feel a little messed up. Like I just woke up, and my soul is creased from a night of sleep. It's not damaged or crinkled beyond repair, just a little smashed, in need of an iron to compress out the wrinkles.
When I went to bed last night I had a huge longing for my childhood. Normally it's just a dull ache in the back of my stomach. I don't notice the dull ache anymore. But this longing demanded my attention. I laid in bed and blew bubbles up around my head, praying and thinking.
I guess it comes back to what I always think. I'm not a little kid anymore. But that doesn't mean I have to stop enjoying life, fun, bubbles, pumpkins, or Disney Princesses.
I just had to be reminded again.
Pollen and Salt - Daphne Loves Derby
Photo Props: The Inky Finger Files
Inspiration Props: we just don't know you yet
