to be a child . . .
to reclaim love, life and magic

but why . . .

what makes a child . . .

whispers . . .

thoughts . . .

a child isn't made by her age. a child is made of love, of magic, of life. a child is a mystery of wonder, always unique. a child fights to never be defined.


a child . . .

is here and now

is a river, an ebb and flow of desire

knows all is play, and refuses all work


just like the child, my knowledge is ebb and flow, and so is all that is written in this page