meadowlark.

 I await the day that I feel my voice is beautiful, when I feel like I can really sing, so that I can sing songs for my gods. I just want them to be happy, to be able to open my heart up to them and sing, to sing something beautiful. It's something I have disliked about this body, ever since I was small. My voice is naive and child-like, it isn't beautiful when I sing, it's like a trembling fawn's leg, or a half finished piece of pottery. It mocks the life I had before, where I sang so wonderfully and naturally..