20/11/2024
I had a block of wood.
I couldn't shake the feeling that It had a toddler in it. I thought I'd reach in to be sure.
Cute little fella, turned out to be.
I vaguely recalled his face before recognising him as my inner child.
I was surprised but really happy to see him. He's been weighing heavily on my mind lately, its been so long since we last spoke. I've been meaning to tell him some things for a while now.
An apology for starters, for some promises not kept, for some goals not met.
And then there is the neglect of course. I've been meaning to stay in touch, but this adult-thing tends to strip the colour out of everything, not a place I thought he would enjoy, so many rules, so much confusion. He would get into so much trouble over here, so I thought I'd keep us from him.
He looked at me with those curious eyes, full of wonder and mischief, as if I hadn't aged a day, as if we still believed the world was as vast and magical as we'd once dreamed it to be.
I sat with him a while, and told him of the good things I'd built, the lessons I'd learned, and the way life had shaped me. He listened without judgment, as though he’d always known I’d come back for him.
And then he asked me to guess what he has in his pocket...
