she spread her huge wings and flew up to the sky she asked all the gods when it was she would die they responded in grief: "your time will come soon. but until then, dear girl, you're destined to bloom"
I'm feeling numb. Disheartened. I question daily my worth, and the value I provide to this earth. Sometimes it gets so much that I just was to...disappear. To never have existed. It takes a lot to remind myself that we all have purpose, and we're all destined to bloom.