We live in a world where I feel every soul has its breaking point. Some are lucky. They have someone there to put them back together. Well, for lost souls like me you dont get so lucky. You fall apart with no one to help you but yourself. You don't want to help yourself. Broken apart into pieces is where you stay until people pick up whats left of you. Then you wait once again for the world to break you in the neverending cycle.

She wanders the desert alone
Knowing and feeling that she's looking for something
She's not sure what it is or why she needs it, but that doesn't stop her from searching
She lost track of time and days
Growing weak and confused
What is it all for?
A yew tree stands in the distance providing temporary shade
She stayed at that tree to wait
Something inside told her she would find what she was looking for there
The sun set and the moon arose bringing relief to the land dried from the sun's harsheties
What is it all for?
She stepped from the tree to bathe in the moonlight
An owl by the name of White Thunder awoke and saw her from the tree
Captivated, the owl took flight making circles over her as she danced
What is it all for?
She grew tired and fell to the ground to watch the sky
She instantly spotted White Thunder, saw the owl staring at her, and she knew that had been what she was looking for

You are beautiful.
Your body,
Your face,
Your soul.

You are worth something,
Worth a smile,
Worth a wave,
Worth the world.

You are a wonder,
Your gaze,
Your art,
Your silence.

You are amazing,
Your talent,
Your presence,
Your existence.

Don't forget.
You are beautiful.
You are worth everything.
You are a wonder.
You.
Are.
Amazing.

Now everything is then: the black and white and scuffly soundtrack of it all, showcased between the rich curtains
The smiles, are they real? And all these people, do they feel? They dance and drink and their dreams are in their very hands
Still, the sad violin reality cascades on the scene, wrecking the chandelier beauty of it, leaving a single glass behind, with only a few drops left

-cj