The Indigo Child, that grew up never losing the kid in him.
Find your kind and you’ll find the home for souls, a place to fill in your chest, that heart shaped hole.
i was an indigo child until I grew up and thought i lost everything only until i recently centered myself
(last summer). ever since, i’ve been firing off on all cylinders. it’s stressful being an empath but it’s nothing less than relief when you find your kind.