hemlock lips
Today was an exercise in wading through the scum and muck. Rafted like a consumme I found something beautiful underneath. Clear enough to read a penny.
I wasn't given something, I made something. There in that ring I made something that is undoubtedly my own. A wax impression of my own self I can stamp every letter with. Every red star given to the crowd now comes with an official seal of quality.
I love finding these. Over the past year, everything I gained was my own. Absent of the influence of anyone or anything but my own heart. The friends I've made might have been yours, but it's not because of you that my light was seen. Hell most people didn't even know...
I know what I want for me. Perhaps waiting doesn't sound so bad. I'll be here, loving every inch of my soul in the meantime...