Step 7:

Review writing from when you were a fairy

Friday, December 14, 2007
Cold Beauty
My tired eyes go back a forth between dark and light.
My changing temperature is keeping me confused and dizzy.
The cold nips at my nose and the dark creeps.                                                                                        
The trees that usually comfort me and shelter me as I cry, hang and haunt me as I back away.
What is wrong with me? I mean..yes I'm ill, but am I sick? That sick?
Something moves and jolt. The moon is covered by the clouds that I usually call beautiful...because..
I forgot. I didn't remember. I didn't acknowledge and I didn't think.                                                           
I'm sorry..Please let me see you and let me free once again. 

Tuesday, January 8, 2008
In With the Out
Everyday I take in environment,
Everyday I gain a little more inspiration when my feet sink in soil.
When I'm in, I carry out all around me. I fill myself up like I I was meant to be solid.
The wind is my freedom, the cold, my night.

I thrive on tolerance and freedom, I embrace it with my being, Leave me here, I'll hum and sing while my drapes brush against the very top of the water, I'll sleep and wake as fresh as the beginning, I'm just as much or more without you.
I can move with the wind.
Peace