We are all still children.
We are all still insecure.
we still play games.
We are all still scared of the dark.
Like children, we run to our friends, we tell them our secrets when we think no one’s looking, we are still petrified of the monsters and demons that live deep within our closets, we cry when we know things aren’t going our way and we still want someone to kiss our ‘boo-boos’ away,we dream up our child like fantasies and wish secretly for them to come true......
and like children, against all logic, against all reason and our better judgment, we never let go of hope.
And every once in a while, we need to be told by someone...by anyone....that everything is going to be OK.