child self

I've been contemplating my personal myth of my inner child. Can I help not be in awe of what I've been given to work with? Labyrinthine grey matter mansions i wander through, where i am my most sacred child self, enjoying gardens of fungi, which are thoughts. Some thoughts are poison, some are euphoric. To find my way back here, I am harnessed to a golden leash, strung through the cosmos and Atlanta, then knotted into my physical heart in this moment.