momodecaux
Iron coloured skies seem to reflect my mood today.
Its not a shout of victory, nor chest puffed out wide with glowing pride; it is a crouch - small and helpless...so helpless, aren't we all?
I was given a secret, for which to share only to myself and no one else. I did not want to be given it, it was not a gift. It was a burden to which only I can carry, and carry alone.