Strange title I know.
But I just felt like I should talk about it.
I have no idea why.
But here goes nothing.
As a child I always said that I wanted to stay childish in a good way.
And I lived up to that promise.
I've matured but I'm still eleven year old me.
I still look at the world with wide eyes.
I still wish that I could fly.
I still have the childish dreams of an eleven year old.
And I'm fine with that.
The world is so large and I'm nothing but a spec in the universe.
I ponder that often.
But then eleven year old me says " even specs can make a difference "
I miss eleven year old me.
Even though she is with me every day.
And every night.