Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
Sometimes life is difficult, even when someone is born special. Like me. Once upon a time, long ago, I thought life would be easy. A breeze, something to enjoy, a time for love and happiness with no pain or worry. It is that, but it is so much more. Of course, I was a child then.
I am not a child anymore, not by a long shot. I thought I would have friendship and ease back then, but I have found both to be rarer than I had once imagined. I have discovered that friendships come and go, that life is far more a roller coaster than a simple, easy slide. Would that it were, for I would certainly be much further along in life.
Instead I have found those incredible highs, only to be dropped back so low I wonder if I shall ever rise again. Of course, I always do. Life is always moving forward. One can never go backwards, and that is something I am grateful for every single day. Especially for a woman like me, in my rather unique position.
You see, I am something a bit different. Special, as I mentioned before. Unique and beautiful and singular. Unfortunately though, not everyone sees it like that. The thing is, I have a third eye. Right there, in the very center of my head, for all the world to see (and for me to see all the world, but that is quite beside the point). It’s hard to see past sometimes.
Or perhaps, it’s simply hard for me to see past.
In any case, I am here, in the meadow once more. Try and try again, or so the saying goes. And I will keep trying forever, if that is what it takes.
Giohde