They're so weird and so beautiful," she said.
"Like you," I said.
I meant it as a joke, but Liz nodded. She felt that she was sort of like an emu herself, she said. Maybe that was why she'd had flying dreams ever since she was a little girl -- at heart, she was an emu. She was sure the emus also dreamed of flying. It was another thing they had in common. Both she and the emus wanted to fly -- they just didn't have the wings they wanted.
We might burn our feet, meet with chaos feeling the end of the road but maybe that new beginning would let our hearts meet with desires where we really belong, where our souls dance with a grace with the unpredictable beauty of our fate…” ~Mysticald/Faiqa- Induratize ~
She is a beautiful muse. She cares for me and nurtures our bond. And when she is in my life then I feel an unknown happiness and an unusual serenity. This bond has been strong for a long time by now. And I feel a victory each time when she wins in life.