2024-06-10 - 2.1- To Find The Words

Something brings warmth. brings peace, company, what will in days be known to be happiness and affection.

Something brings something new, slow to sink into such a fresh young mind but drifting through the space between them, around them all the same.

Mother.

Children.

Sky.

Sun.

Yours.

Mine.

Home.

Welcome.

the thoughts are important, this is known in that dreaming sense before they're even known as words. before it knows that it can make words as well.

let's them roll around in it's mind, sinking, tumbling, drifting

it takes time it does not know, heartbeats days years, for the strongest two to settle. somewhere deep inside it, instinct before thought before knowledge.

"Mine. Welcome."