☀️SUNREI POETRY☀️

cherishing all the little mes that brought me here Boarded up in a clock tower with broken gears for years upon years, all my inner child...

the magic of reparenting the inner child little me would look at now me all wide-eyed, gap-toothed grin, mind full of wonder and marvel...

what healing my inner fledgling looks like When everything was falling apart, from my rug-city of toy cars to my parents' arranged...