@Mayb she knows more than she has ever dared to share.
But she does not need to bother, her eyes are quite equipped to share what she’s holding inside.
If I would dare to name it, I would belittle it; for no word deserves such an honor.
Crystal clear eyes are endowed with some kind of magic water that can only be produced inside an alchemical factory. When tears roll down from them, you should know: It’s time for a snowstorm in the heavens.
Snow… The Great White Silence. Infinite sparks falling from a sky that was made just for her.
I’ve been hoping that this secret we both know of, but we won’t dare to mention, will be tattooed somewhere at some point; like a bright scar on an ever-changing skin.
In the meantime, her real family, would like to honor her breathing mechanism, which refuses to leave this planet without a proper footprint. What a living statement!
We have prepared for her an apocalyptic scenario to celebrate her Re-birthday.
I know… A bit too much. But we all like drama, and we thought she deserves to indulge herself in whatever she wishes to.
Let the overused skin fall from its roots. Your roots are not the everlasting tree you are becoming today.
Bloom, as freedom blooms from whomever freely chooses.
The skies are with you, I could testify on court if you’d like me to.
Know you are deeply loved.
Celebrate your life, as the Mother of Mushrooms has taught you to.
Keep smiling; spring will come earlier when you do.
Most importantly… Keep breathing. We love it when you do that.
