sometimes I think about myself as a child and I'm overcome with love that's too vibrant to contain in words and feels like it might make my heart burst. the pride and gratitude and the softest, warmest affection.
sometimes I remember I dreamt of such warmth and such peace, and overwhelming love, as a child. golden dreams. safe. warm.
and then I think, perhaps, that I am now reaching through time - sending this love and acceptance and hope to this little girl looking into the night sky - that I have always been the one to root for me, to love me, to keep me going. always the one looking out for me.
I exist now and then, and I have always existed, and the web has always trembled in its thin red threads, and I will always be here - dreaming of myself and keeping myself going.





