little inner child.

it's not about
a boy
your new best friend
the applause
losing
gaining
maintaining
power
approval
praise
a plan
or your power ripping soaring big bruised ego need for the best best satisfaction
perfection
anymore.

you have fed them
you have starved her
she, the tiniest of the creatures
kept from love and warmth and water and joy
far
too
long.

oh hello! there you are.
good morning, sunshine. i love you.