It’s Time for a Story.

A heart is born, little, innocent and impressionable.

The world pushes that little squishy heart this way and that, sometimes causing it to hide, sometimes it grows a hard shell and many thorns in its place of hiding…

that little heart gets lost

until it is reminded that it is made of love, with the very element and nature that created it, Love

That Love,

it sets it free.

C. dS