Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I support your wildness. Your spirit is out of this world.
I see it flying around overhead,  like a rockstar.
Your face is on billboards and I know you're living the dream.
I see your pocket full of cash and the way you seduce your riches, like they are your sex slave.
Your dirty little hands washed clean of desire, as you generously give. You give what you
could never have; happiness.
I see your strength growing. I believe in you, as you explore your depths and your soul.
It will come to you because you're in pursuit of it, like a stealth.
You can be like the shark, who is endangered and beautifully fierce and powerful that everyone
wants you, and everyone fears you for no reason. I will still love you no matter how ruined you are.
Because I have faith you will rise up, time and time again.
No one can cage your soul.