When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~
But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a greater story too. One that transcends the soil, the wind, time even our own tears. Greater stories will have their way.
Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.