The Universe seems to have said to me

Now is the perfect time to do all those things you wanted to do growing up

Be a kid for a bit

It doesn’t know that other adults think of this as something almost taboo

Engaging with things “made for children”

I say they were made, so anyone can use them

Crocheting myself an army of plushies

Collecting digital pets

Rewatching things I last watched as a kid and trying not to actually come to face myself

I’ll nourish that inner child

But I still can’t face them

And they’re right, the Universe

This is the perfect time to do that because no one can see me

I am hidden

But I wish I could go out and encourage other adults to play

Tamagotchis were brought to NA by an adult who loved them

Not a child

Do things their inner child always wanted to do

Get that piercing or tattoo that your parents would have probably actually beaten you for

Own myself

Take ownership of this person I am

This is me and me never got a childhood where people loved them unconditionally and helped develop their abilities

I need still to learn how to be unapologetically me

It’s hard when most of the time I’m facing the public I’m not me

Not allowed to be me

Renting my body out to the lowest bidder

It’s no wonder I’m finding comforts in these things that I once wanted but couldn’t have

There’s so much in me to give and nothing to give it to

So I’ll play instead

Why not?

No one seems to be coming for me

Isn’t it fine if I just play for a while?

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