playing outside

This is a post that I have been planning to write for a long time, but when I sit down to work on it, I can’t find the right words. I ask myself why it’s so difficult to write about death? Probably because it’s a topic that I want to avoid...

During my childhood I got the thought that we turn into ghosts or zombie’s after death. [Michael Jackson’s Thriller didn’t do me any good]

So my innerchild was hiding in her darkest place when Chanel started to be interested in death. She is six now and is becoming more conscious about life every day. It’s like I see her waking up from her own world she was living in until now.

‎"Who are you?" asked the caterpillar 
"I hardly know!
I know who I was, but I've changed" said Butterfly

Daydreaming or reflecting? - Dagdromen of reflecteren?