one day, i will stand atop the mountain that was made to crush me. the high altitude breeze will brush through my fur as i trace my eyes along the path i was given, then trace along the path i had made.
i chose not to stay in the valleys, i chose to climb the mountain whether it would kill me or not. i chose to traverse an unknown path, full of dangers and misery i had never encountered before. i chose to push through whatever would come my way.
i breathe. in. out. i accept that i am not from this world. i was not made of the same fibers that the many have passed between each other. i came from somewhere different. somewhere far away. somewhere without the restrictive force that ties this world together.
i breathe.
in.
out.
a unique energy flows through my body, slow, erratic, but strong in its beat. mysterious in its function, but ever so recognizable through its action. its a force that drives the universe and echoes its identity across galaxies.
in.
its a force that had only gotten stronger over time. its a force that kept its flame lit through the darkest of times. i guide its light to shine brighter, and it guides my body along my path.
my path.
i chose my name. gentle, ambiguous. i chose my image. soft, tactile. this climb will have changed me into something new. something better. something i can say is me.
out.
it is only then, above all else, that i will be able to look down and learn how to blend in. the rules of this place were never meant to include me, but i will learn how to bend these rules around myself. this is my home. i have to stay here. there are others who hold my same energy, and it is these people that i have bound myself to. without them, i would have faded away in the valleys below.
