There is a small bean living inside you, Crayon clutched in hand, knees grass-stained, pockets full of treasures
nobody else thought to keep. 💜 They are still building castles
from cardboard boxes,
finding dragons in shadows,
and whole new worlds
in the spaces between. They have not forgotten
how to wonder. While the world whispered, “Grow up,”
they quietly waited, holding the door to imagination open.🫶🏻 So today, pick up the brush,
the camera,
the pen,
the thing that makes your soul sit up and smile. Get paint in your hair. Make something beautifully imperfect. And if you listen carefully,
you might hear that small voice saying, “Come on.” “Let’s see what happens.” ✨🙌🏻🌱