I find myself gazing out my window
& plainly just thinking about my childhood.
Times-
Times when all I cared about was that one precious
thing.
Be it-
Be it a beat up & dirty toy but it didn't matter the state
What mattered-
what mattered was how significant it felt
whilst playing with it.
Or that time-
Time when I felt my most freest self.
Running around in circles and pretending to be an
airplane or jumping from one chair to another; conquering
mountains and incredible heights I've never imagined ever before
Don't you ever just look at that moment again of your life
so far, far away
but realizing it has always been close to you.
It's symbiotic relationship
the 5 year old you & the older you