Dear Normal Friends,
You like to think that I’m just like you, only with a pinch more of daring, and a dash more of boldness. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it turns out I’m of another breed entirely. I am a wild woman, and I run naked with the wind and howl at the moon.
Sometimes, I strip down to my naked glory, and climb out of my window. I go to my secret places, where I can wear the stars on my skin and the wind through my body. Not only do I become wild, the wild becomes me. My hair is a river, my legs saplings, my arms wings, my hands leaves, my eyes lightning. I leap and run and spin until the world itself gets dizzy watching me. I scream. And when he’s there, I pull him close enough to bake in the heat of his body, I find his lips with mine and try to swallow the sweetness, I merge myself with him at every seam. When we wake up, it’s to the sky and stars and moon.
You may think I’m bad, but I think you’re boring. You’ve never been unafraid to dance naked. You’ve never been so full of the world that you almost flew. You’ve never been a star-ripe vessel, and you’ve never talked to the sky.