Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Meeting with past and future

There, my child, there,
I am here
Holding your hand.
Don't cry.
It will be alright in the end.
I promise.

Hey, are you crying?
Cuz I never see an adult crying
Laugh, laugh
til you think it is silly
til it will go away.
That way,
It will go away
I promise.

I wish my older self would show me the way and tell me it will be alright while my younger self trustworthy would hop along and laugh it all away.

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