white warrior

You are the one who transforms, who creates. You can go out into the world and show others. But to share with them you must wear shoes you must go out you must not hide you must dance and it will be harder. You must face jealousy and sometimes rage and desire and love, which can hurt the most of all because of what can then be taken away. So make that astral dress to fit your own body this time. Here are glass shoes made from your words, the stories you have told like a blower with her torch forming the thinnest most translucent sheets of light out of what was once sand. But be careful; sand is already broken but glass breaks.

The shoes are for dancing, not running away.

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