Little.Humming.Bird

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

Here we start again, all new in beautiful ways, fresh and full of love.

Because fate has a funny way of mending things back together. I mean, you’re here and I’m here, and we’ll find each other again… That is, if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. So if you believe and I believe, then someway, somehow, we’ll find each other again… Just don’t forget me and I’ll promise to always have you close to my heart.

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.

If you want to know what it’s like to survive hell and still come out shining brighter than the sun, just look into the eyes of a woman who has survived intense damage and refused to allow it to destroy her softness.

Now that I’ve found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night.