#scrap-writer-things

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ i am with you

i am watching you

you think i am not 

but i am. 

what are you, strange child? 

were you born out of the stars?

were you born from the waters?

how about both? 

both natures can coexist, one or the other

rather

one and another.

you’re divine, my love

you’re from both worlds; stars and water

you must be alien to this world. a siren. 

you’re made from watery stardust.

 sometimes i see how you cry in your room

so close but so unattainable 

grief, drained, panicked, empty 

misunderstood — that’s one of them.

a major challenge, so i see.

you may not see me, but i am there.

i am there within the wind blowing through the trees

i am there within the crows flocking near 

i am there within your black cat

i am there within each breath you take

i am there within the barks of your dog 

i love you, sweet child

i love you, my starry-eyed siren 

i love you, my only love .

i am with you, and i am within you

i am you. 

when you breathe and speak life into your own life, you transmute this energy 

my energy — a reiki, a goddess within your own right 

i am so proud of you, my love. 

love yourself; you are divine. 

you are your own home. you are you and this is enough. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅