The
sun refuses to shine, but it couldn't make any difference to this little
wanderer. With dead branches in tow, she reflects on time and her mark on
the world. For
days her spirits hid themselves and left her feeling hallow, misguided. But she
knows all the better.
Energy radiates from her insides and into her surroundings. She
finds beauty in death and transforms it into pure light. She can overcome
dull, desolate skies. It doesn't matter the temperament of the
situation, only the energy one gives.
Amid waste and exhaustion, she brings herself
to life. A dash of lipstick and inspired imagination is all she needs to
awaken. She will be her own answer. All Hail the Power of Self Discovery. Glory be to it.
Until next time, wanderers.
