My Inner Child (Journal Entry)

My inner child sits on the curb of the culdesac of my mind. Legs crossed, arms stretched out, gazing at the vision of prosperity that both haunted and comforted me since I can remember. A vision that was birthed the moment I learned how to form an original thought. Dreaming of the day when she would grow big enough to will her vision into reality.

Mighty Maria (Journal Entry)

I have few memories of my childhood. As though someone sifted through my mind and selectively erased the parts I didn’t like or couldn’t handle. The memories left behind are a mixture of a youthful vivacity for the wondrous playground that is the outdoors, and an underlining turmoil that both incites and haunts me.