is some thing better than no thing can i do more with less i am so alternative i imagine i could ask and receive knock and be given a key dust covered my eyes i was given a recipe for beauty and destr
Someone clipped my wings a long long time ago. I spent my time taking in deep breaths. Recovering from the illusion that I am separate. Divided. Different. Not ONE. Divided. Othered. Not good enough.
How many times have you had your wings clipped. When was the first time? When did you realized you were being molded and shaped into this ideal of what makes a human being, human. We are all people? N