Phoenix Saga
I went swinging on the playground of emotion last night. My mood conquered any fury laid down by the phoenix Jean Grey and I felt the rush of a thousand invisible blades running across me, coming from all directions and snagging little bits of my flesh and pulling me onto the merry-go-round where I swirreled in my emotional conclave, whooshing by each one as they pass by on their horses.
But like a phoenix, I fell at the end of my reign. I laid my burnt-out body to rest and in the morning, I felt new. Better. As though the dawn's early rays came flowing into my window like a golden river of light and washed away all the ashes of the night before.
I feel so much better.
But like a phoenix, I fell at the end of my reign. I laid my burnt-out body to rest and in the morning, I felt new. Better. As though the dawn's early rays came flowing into my window like a golden river of light and washed away all the ashes of the night before.
I feel so much better.