"Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something, unfortunately, was hurt. The same is true of Denna."
- Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
- Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
“She was afraid of heights
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.”
- Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild
I'm just a girl with far too many caged birds in her chest. Sometimes I pray for my ribs to crack - pain is sometimes the price of freedom.
A few splinters reminding me of my sacrifice.
My mind is a chaotic mess, bursting with color and jumbled thoughts. My mind longs for freedom - as most parts of me do.
My heart is the wildest part of me.
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.”
- Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild
I'm just a girl with far too many caged birds in her chest. Sometimes I pray for my ribs to crack - pain is sometimes the price of freedom.
A few splinters reminding me of my sacrifice.
My mind is a chaotic mess, bursting with color and jumbled thoughts. My mind longs for freedom - as most parts of me do.
My heart is the wildest part of me.
But all of me is caged.
So I bleed. I bleed through pictures, words, and stories. Most importantly stories. I read other people's stories - I live them. I devour the words and soak them into my skin... And then I tell my own stories.
This is my place to bleed and tell stories.
This is my place to be wild.
But I must warn you of the dangers that come with a wild heart.
My heart is not always loyal, oh it's loyal to /him/ - the boy that chooses to look at me when he has an entire vast sky filled with stars to look at. My heart isn't loyal when it comes to life, because it likes life too much and they are too many possibilities, too many beautiful things... How could you possibly stay loyal to just one? I've tried to restrain myself in the past... I guess you could say that - I'm one of my own cages. I just thought that I wasn't right, that there was something wrong with me...Maybe there is, but I'm done fighting it. I give in to the temptation of life and all of its deliciousness.
I'm letting my heart bleed all of its different colors, letting it flirt with whatever it likes. I won't force my heart to commit, because the more I do... The more I pushback. The more unsettled I become.
So I let go.
I want to fly ~
I want to fly ~
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