Some Stupid thing pissed off my Draghon

I am a being of balance. That means not stuffing things down inside if the current social construct has deemed it unsuitable for the group consciousness to express. I have had to labour VERY HARD to be able to do this.

I have puked, rocked, wailed, convulsed, crawled to the toilet so I could puke and expel from other body orifices without making a mess I would have to clean up myself afterwards; I have debated with my thoughts, torn down my religions, shuffled pain-bound through many many days, had to isolate so I don't outlay the vibration of my remaking on others too small to handle it, and so I don't suck up all their dross as I pass by.

I have caused people to throw up from my touch as it expelled their shit too fast, I have had to catch people as my touch caused them to fall into dizzyness, I have faced more angry messed up creatures than I can count. I labour EVERY DAY, to do the work of assisting this EArth and this Sol with this Selene in this grand design of rebuilding a creation, and worked years to find and repair and re-assimilate my own shattered and discarded pieces.

I will not wait anymore. I will not wait for the world to be ready to understand me, or to include me in its stories. I will not wait for the world to decide that I am not crazy, to decide that I am worth its attention, to decide that I have something to offer it.

I will find what is mine, and what is my friend and I will make a new world.