shrill as a choir of children, urgent like the first day of May. -C.O.
I always used to think that I'd eventually turn into the ball of light I wanted to be. That was the plan, though I made no effort to set it in motion. As if all of the personality traits and natural tendencies I never had would just appear in me one day. I'd wake up with energy and perspective and the ability to light up any situation.
But the farther I travel, the less likely this appears to be. I'm so out of reach, made my way too far down this road. Each day the sun gives a pleasant greeting and I pull the shutters closed.