A random child wanders into my space, with ebony skin and curious eyes. Trusting. Like most children are.
i think ‘you don’t look like a bunch of cells to me’, while i play with his cute pea-sized toes. It’s moments like these… when the regrets creep in.
I love the way you write… it could take me virtually anywhere i want to go… if I am brave enough to attempt the journey.