Monsters day
They call it mother's day here but it always seemed like monster's day to me. I a Gaia, born out of the wildness, the wild wild and the
whipping hot wild. The great mother of all,complete in herself. Born of chaos itself yet this really wasn't a birth, as chaos
receded, Gaia came into being.
I feel the need to go deep into the earth, the dark brown warm ground, feeling the roots expand and contract and thrive.
I feel the need to run run run in the middle of the earth with the wolves and the bear. I can feel the silent prayers and hear their
cries. I need the warm sun on my back, burning my neck, sending small salty tears down my back.
whipping hot wild. The great mother of all,complete in herself. Born of chaos itself yet this really wasn't a birth, as chaos
receded, Gaia came into being.
I feel the need to go deep into the earth, the dark brown warm ground, feeling the roots expand and contract and thrive.
I feel the need to run run run in the middle of the earth with the wolves and the bear. I can feel the silent prayers and hear their
cries. I need the warm sun on my back, burning my neck, sending small salty tears down my back.