To children

by Dieu

Within your ribs there is an open sky.

Sometimes you live underneath that sky inside yourself for too long and it becomes a place that is too big and too lonely for one little person.

And people will look at you strangely because they think you are weak and odd, and they will tell you that the real world is the one that you can see with your eyes.

But they are wrong, my dear. For your heart is as hard and bright as a mirror.

One night, while looking at the stars you will see that they are there too, inside the sky, inside your heart.