But I can't say that aloud; I can't tell anyone that I have been waiting for this all my life and that being chosen to wait is the reason I can. If I were able I'd say it. Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

My black cloak has been soaked with an exotic October sun. Unexpectedly, this is a new era. I have found a new country. Hopeful. Ready. As lovely feathers dance around my head, I'm enraptured.
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