i see you. shuffling feet. eager eyes. curious mind. creases on your forehead. growing hands not yet calloused by a careless world. a heart still beating with the purest of love. backs bent by the weight of knowledge, laughter echoing simpler wants & needs, a reckless optimism – something the world hasn’t yet stolen. keep it in your pockets. the hands you will soon reach out to hold will not always be kind. still, be kind. the universe needs more of you. let your lungs bloom, let them sing, let them be. like the flowers you’ve learnt to grow, like the star-shaped clouds you used to see. when things don’t feel quite right, take a step back. when you forget the taste of air, take a deep breath. hold tight to your principles in a world that’s slowly losing them. draw your worries, colour your grief, dance your happiness, make friends with your loneliness. write out what doesn’t make much sense. may you never lose your beautiful innocence. never carry in your backpacks what’s meant to be carried in your hands where you can lift things up one moment & let them go again. but if soon you forget how easy this world & everything in it used to be, then remember the sound of your shuffling feet. your eager eyes. your curious mind. the creases on your forehead. your growing hands not yet calloused by a careless world. & your heart that still beats with the purest of love.