She has not truly turned to stone - She sleeps
Current mood:you figure it out!
Think of Queen of the Damned
People exploded on her whim
It took many on her at once to take her down
I'd rather be the Aunt who maintained the family tree
She took the final drop
Not death, but sleep.
What awakens her? What will re-awaken me?
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thoughts relating to reflecting on how parts of me feel like they are stoic. I feel a bit hardened by life. My jaded edges are slightly polished from tumbling, but instead of raising my value they have added to my prismatic perspective. Crystalline in many ways -
As transparent as nature made me
Multifaceted with mathmatical regularity
Riddled with unharness-able energies
Beautiful fresh out of water, mud and caves
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Spelunkers beware. The occupant of this cave is sleeping. Tip-toe past gently and you may be spared the heat of her flame. She is not a dragon. She is just evil before her morning coffee. Bugger off.
M
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