by SnowFiery » Wed Jan 22, 2014 5:09 am
Yes but I don't remember what I posted either)
Brice growled when mike trough him off. Standing up he shook of his fur. He shifted back and glared at roxi, then again to mike. He marched over to Caitlin and grabbed her hand, walking away with her "I try to help and I get thrown to the concrete." He mumbled.
Sammy stired lightly. She thought she felt something on her cheek. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she looked back at John, a small smile in her face "hi"
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.