Sometimes I fall into a younger mindset.
I’m 7, 6, or 5.
And naturally my mind grasps for parents, it’s part of being alive.
But my body’s still mature, I’m REALLY still my age.
So that’s why I’m asking you, if you can, if you want,
To help care for me. (Non-sexually)
It might be a hard job, and I’m not always regressed.
But I need someone there for me, someone to care for me.
So, please. My message box’s right there. This is a plea to the universe. Please.