Dream

A little girl came running, held my hand and smiled. I woke up.

I sat in the bed wondering who the girl could be? When I went to bed last night I was in a low mood and I was lamenting that I no longer create art or write poetry like I used to and there is this inherent fear that I will loose them. There is nothing more scary in this world than not being creative. Probalbly the girl was my inner child and I hope she holds my hands forever 🧿🧿