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Oct. 14th, 2011 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisisnomythOne end of the world is held in ice, the other held in fire.
Se’s seen both, lived in both. They were wonderful in their own ways. The flames were hypnotic and the ice chilled hir down to hir bones, reminding hir of who se is on the inside.
Se danced in those flames once, her feet never afraid of burning, her body moving to the rhythm of the fire and se had no fear in hir heart.
And se glided across the ice, spun and laughed and had no fear of it cracking. Se was never afraid, never.
Because when you cross the entire world to get to one end and then the other, you learn to stop being afraid. You learn to embrace your fear and turn it into wonder and passion and light and shadow. You learn that fear is as mailable as anything else.
So se sits at the edge of the world, hir feet dangling and she sings quietly, a song of change, of power, of the world and all it’s wonder.
Se’s seen both, lived in both. They were wonderful in their own ways. The flames were hypnotic and the ice chilled hir down to hir bones, reminding hir of who se is on the inside.
Se danced in those flames once, her feet never afraid of burning, her body moving to the rhythm of the fire and se had no fear in hir heart.
And se glided across the ice, spun and laughed and had no fear of it cracking. Se was never afraid, never.
Because when you cross the entire world to get to one end and then the other, you learn to stop being afraid. You learn to embrace your fear and turn it into wonder and passion and light and shadow. You learn that fear is as mailable as anything else.
So se sits at the edge of the world, hir feet dangling and she sings quietly, a song of change, of power, of the world and all it’s wonder.