I can’t imagine. Being so- ignorant. Feeling like.. your words are- louder then mine cause your skin is pale white. To hold such POWER in your mind. Forgetting that we bleed the same colour.. it’s crazy to me how, knowing this,

A waterfall is quite from afar.

I was told once, “A flame is a beautiful way to show you sometimes danger can dance like we do.” It never really clicked in until now.

I remember a story, from when I was young. About this woman down the road from me- who was a witch. As a kid, you hear that and wonder about only that for HOURS.

There once was a tree. A tree so tall and beautiful, each leaf had a story to tell. Until the leaves time came and they fell. A family loved that tree.