standing waist-deep
I am everything. Oh my goodness. I love who I am. I love my spirit and energy. I’m SO beautiful. I love to laugh, and I love to love, and I love to flit around this silly Earth like a bird that’s growing its wings.
I love who I am and who I want to be, and if I met me in some other world, I’d admire who I am and the perseverance I have and the being I want to become. I’d love everything about myself. I’m mysterious but you can open me up if you so wish. I care and I care deeply, not superficially. I’m NOT fake! I’m so real. I’m a lake and as you cup my water into your calloused hand, I flow out in between the gaps of your fingers. I drip back into who I am and it ripples around you, standing waist-deep.