She gazed down at her reflection in the water and cried. The monster was her. She knew it. The water had shown her what she appeared like to others with her actions. Suddenly, change was the most beautiful thing in the world, because it was then she realized that beauty was not about the face.
"If you want to write & create..... You must write every day. You must read dreadful books & glorious books, & let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, sad one moment, brilliant the next... Which finally means, may you be in love every day...
Winter had finally come, marking the end of an era. It was time to train her successor and say farewell. She let out a deep sigh of relief. At long last the weight of the world would come to fall on someone else's shoulders.
When I was little, I found a butterfly with a broken wing who was sitting on a leaf and trying to fly. I picked it up carefully, and watched it beating it's little wings. After a while I suppose it was fine, and it flew away. I wished I could have that freedom, and fly with my friend the butterfly xxxxx