Cosmic Fran

I thought the key was to identify Categorize analyze And analyze Re-analyze Reach an epiphany Backslide Analyze Recategorize Reorganize Everything Again EPHIPH...no Wait WAIT no Recalculating Rerouting Rage sadness Guilt Same ol same ol WAIT That's not fair empress You've come a long way This isn't about all that Plus you learned some cool shit along away After all it was you who screamed ENOUGH I am done running Running to the next thing The last thing The new thing The ever

Humans Well at least the humans I've encountered Think that for something to be good It often has to be sad painful dark they call it art It also has to be visible by the millions and loved just as much as its hated dissected any joy light removed I wonder why But stickers are nice.

I don't know when I'll be here again Might as well enjoy it What a glorious Adventure Ever forward

"Welp. Fuck it," I say, standing up from my vantage point overlooking the city. I guess this is going to be my first mission after all. Well my first chosen mission. I've sat on the sidelines willingly. Where it was comfy. Safe. But I am too bad ass to play it safe. But a bad ass still needs to asses the situation. I take a minute to center myself and harness inspiration. Today, I feel like channeling Yelena, my current fave hero and girl-crush. Calm. Methodical. Lethal. Gor

This is the reality I've chosen, and I know what needs to be done. What I'm meant to do. I'm not scared. So what am I waiting for? "Ever forward!" I cry. The words I've chosen to live by. Then why is it so hard? To move in that direction?

So I will just start from the start I say "so" a lot  I'm a witch human who is working through her insecurities and traumas with the help of said witchcraft, nature, cosmic miracles and my absolute genius imagination A magical storyteller who knows she is meant to share her art and imagination with whoever wants and/or needs it despite the paralyzing fear of rejection or maybe the real fear is I will actual be seen A constant dance with different and ever changing choreo Desp

Do you remember those choose your own adventure books? I  loved  those books. I mean. sure, sometimes you'd choose the lame adventure but there was always that little moment of fear, excitement and anticipation when you just didn't know what was going to happen next. I loved those books so much the notion of them sort of become my life.  Every day is a "choose your own adventure" for me.  ​ See I am not one of those brooding superheroes who is constantly at war with his purpo

I know. I am coming off super confident Because I am Some might say cocky Would you say that if I was a.... Never mind That’s a different soap box for a different time I decided some time ago that being audacious is not a bad thing; to step boldly into your authentic self and move forward with confidence. Why on earth would that be a bad thing?  It’s not really. Unless you’re a woman There I said it. I think I also said earlier that my powers developed over time. I said that

I've been many different people  Many different forms  Shapes Sizes Beings  Decisions  I've worn many disguises Maybe masks is a better word for it Now that I think about it  Undercover is probably a better word for it Like CIA level undercover  The darkest of dark ops  Until nothing real remained Just a mirror reflection of my score  The jester performing for her supper  For anything I realize now that I can't be mad  I didn't know me  How could I expect them to Why don't th