I know this soul, I know it well. She has been suffering all her life before my eyes, I know all her dreams and aspirations, which she hides behind a cowardly, big-eyed monster. But I have no right to reach out and help her, I have no right to show love, and then return to that hell of being. This can only be done by the person to whom it belongs, otherwise it will look like you have forged a child from the battery, bathed him, took him to the park in his arms, held cotton candy, bought it on the carousel, rolled it, hugged it, kissed it, and then returned it again and chained it to the battery. You can't steal other people's inner children. You can only see, look at all this and hold your inner child even tighter to your heart and not give offense to protect from other people's monsters. I look at her and I want to wipe my tears on my cheek and stop pinching my eyes with such force that my heart hurts.
just love
