A toddler's perspective on existentialism.
I’ve been looking for a place to share the darker things. Long strands of feelings that sometimes comfort and sometimes scare the life out of me.
I was a little taller than my knees the first time I thought about something scary. Not the boogyman or the hopeful hand reaching from beneath my bed… Not the scary you’d expect from a wee thing learning to read.
Prefer to read? Here you go. 🖤