But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, "Majella!
I am sixteen when my mother steps out of her skin one frozen January afternoon- pure self, atoms twinkling like microscopic diamond chips around her, perhaps the chiming of a clock, or a few bright flute notes in the distance- and disappears. No one sees her leave, but she is gone.
ive lived so long a person,
they tamed me to be,
I spoke with care & held back the real, me.
But the time has come,
My voice will be heard.
My messages are clear
I'm not the same girl.
I am wild, my heart is rare
I am untameable and I dont fuckin' care
Life is too short, to live for another,
I've faced the rain, storms and thunder
And if there's one thing, I have kept in my mind
It's i am, who I am and I don't give a damn if you don't like.