The inner child in me is looking at me and wondering why I keep etching the same patterns in the dirt with a stick. “I don’t know,” I say to myself.“What does it mean?” she asks.“I don’t know,” I reply.“Then why – ““I don’t know,” I cut her off.“Do you know anything?” she asks, frustrated.“Yes.
I am magic. I have starlight in my fingertipsand moonbeams streaming from the ends of my hair.I walk barefoot in the dark and color in the sunsets. I take big deep breaths before plunging into cold waters and let the night sky sing me to sleep. I feel the heartbeat of the Earth and the
It was a beautiful day. I hadn’t ventured out much yet and wanted to try to find some interesting things to see. I ended up walking down roads I had only driven, and wasn’t sure I’d find much. I was out for nearly two hours and finally made my way to the ball diamond in