remember how much fun you had when you were young & fearless? before they told you to grow up and get a real job. before worries and responsibilities and expectations and appointments decorated your days.
remember when you knew how to play and dream and make a fool of yourself without a single iota of concern about what other people think of you? before you were stripped of your innocence.
remember when you laughed until your belly ached? when you loved life and it loved you right back.
remember the first time you fell in love? when you believed you were worthy of unconditional adoration. before you tasted heartache and pain.
remember when you loved your body and felt no need to alter it or amplify it or hide it away from the world? when your existence alone was absolute perfection.
that wild and brilliantly peculiar creature you left behind all those years ago is the real you. before the world hardened you with its wicked ways and asked you to sell your soul in exchange for a piece of poison pie.
come back to yourself and who you were born to be. it’s never too late to return to innocence and that achingly beautiful soul of yours. come home to yourself. we await your return with open arms, my love. come back.
XO, zella (come back)