young beauties

little boots. while you grow up you fall down. imaginary everything, your mind is free with no restrictions and it doesn't matter who you tell because it matters to you and that is enough. sibling rivalry is the biggest of your worries, and maybe the next time you'll get mac`n cheese. sand castles, forts, and wonderful little places you've made up and explored. they're new each and every time. beautiful and mysterious. exciting and fun. little boots. umbrellas and rain boots, big enough puddles to swim in - yet well jump and splash anyway. colouring books and boxes of crayons, the wax is neatly wrapped and guides you to wonderful things and explosive pictures of such heightening degree. a wonderful time, we blame growing up for the eraser that has vanished this away from most of us, but don't hesitate to get a box of crayons or a box of cards and weather you draw a wonderful house or create a beautiful card castles, never forget - you are you and you are absolutely beautiful. don't let time and it's imaginary hands restrict you.