I think about babies a lot. I think about the soft spots on their heads, and how the heads themselves would just swivel around erratically on their little necks were there not kind hands to support them. I see babies on the street, and in cafes, and on airplanes, shitting themselves and screaming and being allowed to. I think about how much babies need from adults, and sometimes that thought is overwhelming. Mostly because when I look at a baby, I think about the fact that one day it will grow up and still need things.
Wow, this is guttingly (which is apparently not a real word but I don’t care) relatable and beautifully written. It reminds me of some of the themes and concepts behind the album The Baby by Samia. Thank you for sharing. <3
Increasingly becomes more tender and insightful, gripping you as you continue to read, feels like a peek into both your mind and my own ❤️
oh. this.
Wow, this is guttingly (which is apparently not a real word but I don’t care) relatable and beautifully written. It reminds me of some of the themes and concepts behind the album The Baby by Samia. Thank you for sharing. <3