by SnowFiery » Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:39 pm
SnowFiery was slightly started. She looked at her and whispered "I'm making sure it's safe to let my presence be shown" she said. Looking at the fae with calm, curious eyes. She wanted to know where she came from. But she needed these wolves to know she was here. So she calmly walked out from behind the rock
Who are you, really? You are not a name or a height, or a weight or a gender. You are not an age and you are not where you are from. You are your favorite books, and the songs stuck in your head
You are your thoughts
And what you eat for breakfast on Saturday mornings. You are a thousand things, but everyone chooses to see the million things that you are not. You are not where you are from, you are where you're going, and I'd like to go there, too.
Everyone who terrifies you is seventy-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
Nothing is infinite, not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.