Her very essence is one of chaos
Her mind, her heart, even her hair…all untamable
She’s a tumbleweed; bound together by her brokenness
She’s fearful of planting roots; for to her that means giving up what could be
Always carrying in her back pocket, a flight plan
Living life with the freedom that accompanies the giving up of expectations and the holding of ones’ breath
Realizing nothing is stable, nothing is constant ~ This is a blessing and a curse
Knowing now that an ending is merely the beginning of new possibility
She makes as little promises as the ones she holds onto
She figures life out long enough to remember she doesn’t want to ~ There’s beauty behind the madness
“The best thing you could do is master the chaos in you. You are not thrown into the fire, YOU ARE THE FIRE.” ~ Mama Indigo
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