there are days when i feel like my skin is made of paper thin glass, transparent and vulnerable. when things like words and people and barking dogs and raindrops and minor mishaps threaten to shatter me, leaving me pile of sparkly shards. dangerous to those who come too close.
the weird thing is, i kind of like it when i feel like this. i am reminded of how strong i am most days. a bright fierce light-reflecting warrior girl.
made by fire.
