Update
I have gone to the more silent side of the world (and the heftier and heavier too), where fighting is done mostly solely and crying is a a story permanently mute. It is a tough world where you battle against your life and the lives around you. However, at the end of the rope, you smile at the whirlwind the life you chose is because you would not have it in any other form--- for this is the form where your muscles get tougher, where sunrises become the gift, where failure is a motivation, where open arms is a signal of welcoming whatever comes your way, good or bad, where your ability to fight is just as unimaginable as your world on fire.
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astrabellaluna) wrote,
relieved
