As I went on my way
Gossamer threads spanned from bush to bush like barricades,
As I broke through one after another
I was taken by a childish fear.
They are trying to bind and keep me here.
But as I grew from girl to woman,I knew
The threads that bind me were more enduring than gossamer.
They were spun of kinship and love,
Given so freely that it could never be taken away from me.
Okay so it’s not really PTO but to me it fits
Google searches on the woodland elves, Nice!
I think we have all felt that way. Just wanting to be better. Look better. Everyone needs to be needed, wanted, and loved.
I would get this as a tattoo!
I am not sure if I posted any of these yet and frankly I am too tired and lazy to check. There is still too much stuff on my hard drive.