the clumsy fingers
of childhood reach for the stars –
hopes of the unreal
i’ve been reading The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. yes, it is a children’s book. yes, it is a wonderful book to read. the morals, pure innocence, and emotions that radiate from its pages… it makes you realize that childhood was not only a time of innocence, but it was also a time of not being understood by the people around you, dreaming of things only you could understand, and reaching for the stars even when the people around you told you that you couldn’t fly.
oh, how i wish i could go back to being a child.
Chaos of Life 