The letters/ Dearest Self

                   Dearest,

Imagine a book filled with letters from children to parents or to themselves or to me or to you or to anyone they please.

My imagination is captivating when it is et when it’s frightful it’s gruff.

This is really a book from the insightful heart of children, it’s probably dark to a lot of you but the heart isn’t the brightest place. It’s a place where as children we harbor every bit of emotion et then we replay it. Like the  dancing ballerina carousel music box. We twist its golden key again et again.
Until she’s broken.It’s a lot to do still my dears, 400 pages of reading

Inner peace et tea,

RS