We are wild winged creatures
Diving the depths of the world
Thinking we cast shadows in our flight
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, we are doves pure and white
We question where the winds have carried us
What caverns deep our wings have swallowed
The darkness which descends, engulfs us
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, a spirit free and bright
Our wings longer with every pulse
We soar higher than mountains, than heavens
An armor of mind and body
We descend upon terrors, victorious
Are we dragon or demon
In the end, a creation strong and bare
Blending with the landscapes of land and oceans
We are painted, tinted by the colors of the world
Burning bright in the light, a beacon in the night
We have changed, we remain, we are…
Dragons, fire and night
Demons, pain and life
Doves, pure and white
Human, wrong and right
Inspired by a close friend.
We are burdened with our insecurities, with the choices we make thinking they define us. They do not define us, only change us. Yet, who is to say change is bad. We may not be who we once were, but we will always be who we were meant to be. We may have changed, but we remain, we are ourselves.
Express to Expose 
OK, I’ve read this over and over, probably at least 20 times. I can picture myself sitting on a beach under an umbrella and just relaxing, watching the waves crash for hours and hours, while reading a good book on running, swimming, cycling or maybe a cookbook. All I can add is that “life is like a box of chocolates and that’s all I’m gonna say about that” – Forrest Gump.
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I’m glad it reached you, took you to your happy place:)
“You never know what you’re going to get”
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