My inner child is a tender heart.
She has a foot in two realms: reality and reality, too.

She loves recklessly and impulsively, often without prejudice and has sometimes loved without the consent of her lovees and lovers.

My inner child has a tender heart, a raw gaping wound, chafed. She is an emotional masochist, and everything she has and has had she manifested with me.

Co-creating our realities with a benevolent universe, ie. working our asses off to build a dream. My inner child is a tender heart who never learns a lesson and still she has a lot to teach me.