- For the inspiration that faeries provide
- For sunshiny days
- For my imagination, and the potentials it possesses
- For the love and companionship of Miss Meow
- For hope
Feeling is the language, the forgotten language. If you understand feeling, you understand the whole.
Is salvation really just an evacuation plan from existence? I shutter to think so. Really do.
Each day I remind myself that I am but a dirt creature, animated by a blown breath of divine wind. I belong to everything.