Somewhere in the dark her heart knew that she wasn't a girl. She was a woman with words creeping under her skin. Words would be her makeup. Words would be her shroud. Words would be her sustenance when the screaming inside her head got too loud. The cosmos would yell at her for dreaming her words away, but this little girl always knew that one day her words would deem her sane.
And thus she wrote a new beginning. A new middle. And an end. So she starts her journey and her words are not yet spent. Just watch the world spin, and watch the storm come. Watch insanity beat its drum. Watch them on Helicon, as their thundering feet dance and sway to the cosmic beat. Watch them as they free this world. Look out for that little girl, she might just surprise you with a sudden twirl of her ribbon aura in a whirl. Or she might just burst into flames. Or she might run with the wolves. Or she might do it all at once, displaying her weapons as her tools.
Somewhere in the dark her heart knew that she wasn't a girl. She was always the stars, the sun, and the moon. She was a lone whale, she was a cheetah, and she was an oak tree and a mountain top.
She was words. Words that enchant. Words that combust. Words that are missiles. Words that disarm. Words that turn to rust. Words, which may charm, or words that may love. Sometimes words that cause harm. But mostly words that spin the webs that connect each of us, one by one.