Here you are with saucer like eyes, absorbing the world in large portions. I hope the world never stops for you, that you will always have brightness around you like a sunset on the hottest day of the year. Your hand gets lost within mine, entrusting me with your tiny little soul as I engulf you with rigid shadows to get you out of the sun. Please be good to her. She does not deserve to discover burning crosses and what it feels like to die before your time, trapped in a soulless skeleton of vines and weeds. Her skin is milky white and innocent. Not even the sun has made a dent yet.
