tangerines on a summer morning

knitted sweaters

in the end, you are still a child. innocent, vulnerable, optimistic. deep down you still believe in magic or the universe. you still believe in doing things right. you still are that 7 year old kid who believes love exists in your mother's lap and your father's smile, in your grandma's self knitted sweaters, in the chocolate shake your cousin made for you, in the city you grew up in. despite everything you have been through, no matter what you have been told, you seek love in little things