Watch me as I fly away, she said. I turned away. Circles of life aren’t meant for mere humans, but she was a goddess, and I was forgotten. Is beauty worth it? The eternal question that asks us for forgiveness every day, but we cannot see past our jealousy enough to appreciate it the way it needs. We are the shameless, we are the mortal, we are the fragile beings that both take tenderness from others and turn it into our rage. We hate others for showing us kindness, but we cannot see past ourselves to give it in return. We live by other rules, and as she flies, I fall.
A/N Random spewing of thoughts. I like it enough that I will think about doing more, but here's this anyways...
