Story

A Fox god roams high above his forest home, gliding across twilight and stardust, taking freedom by his side, and passion in his eyes. Noticing a small, commonly insignificant and overlooked Starling struggling to stay in flight, He jumps down and catches the small bird on his back, taking him back to his moonlight-bathed home. "Why do you struggle to fly?" the Ignorant Fox asks. "I struggle, because i was hurt by the other birds, and i did not wish to fight them." the bird replies, showing the fox her missing feathers, lightly dribbled in blood. "Why did you not fight?" The fox asked, intrigued. "Because i was protecting something.." The Starling quietly said, on the verge of little Starling tears., as she moved her other wing, revealing a small, featherless chic, just born. "you see, my chick hatched too soon, and the other birds tried to kill him..and i fear that they may have..." no longer able to speak, the Starling begins to sob uncontrollably. The fox, looks down at this chick, and silently, feels his heart ache and wrench, just as the mothers is, as he whispers to the mother. "This chick is so very special...i can feel it...and it saddens me that he is just recently passed....however....i can save him...Is this what you want?". Quietly, try as she might, only manages to chirp out a sob-ridden "Yes" before losing all restraint, crying uncontrollably. "Then i will do so," Said the Fox. "I will do so, but he will not be your Chick anymore...I will give him new life in my stead, with wings that will enable him to fly higher than any bird, legs faster than any cheetah, and your heart....He will be your Kit...". With a smile, The Fox layed around the breathless chick, encompassing them both. "With my last breath, i give you your first...You were born a Chick...but destiny chose you to live as a Fox...You have great power, and even greater potential....But with you're mothers heart, i hope you can choose a path to reach your dreams, in this vicious world...if anyone...You can....You......My Kit....". With a flash of light, the Baby fox's lungs expand, taking its first breath. The mother Looks down at her child no longer a bird, yet, not just a fox...With a deep bow, she looks toward the moon wiping her tears, thanking the Fox for his selfless act, then looks back at her son. The blessed. The living. The Fox with wings...

Inner process

What am i? Who have i become? What is a facade, and what is genuine? Whats is to become, and what has yet to be seen?

Answers fleet like newborn fawn, disappearing just as quick as they appeared. So i wonder. maybe the answer isn't what is the most important. Fawn can run, however, no matter where they run, they are still on the earth where their feet rest. So maybe my answers, aren't something i can grasp, but only try to explain, to form an abstract explanation, instead of a definite one. Time changes, and a hard definition only lasts for the second it is read. after that, it is no longer accurate. Atoms have shifted, Molecules have Augmented. And who we are, is already different. Maybe my answers are impossible to find, so what am i left to do? Form clouds of what anything could be, with plenty of space, so it can be ever changed, and augmented, yet never lost.

Speed.

Believe. Grab onto a hope, a dream, a feeling, and hold onto it tight. Run with it clutched into your chest, and let it fuel you. run faster and faster, untill you're moving so fast with your goal that the bad around it just cant hold onto you anymore. Run faster than the speed of sound, and when the bad things in life start to catch up, hold on tight and run even faster! let your hopes guide you, let your dreams inspire you, and let your feelings be you...Run faster and longer, and one day, you'll find yourself in the most beautiful place in the world....

Hope's Dreams

Hope! hope is the reason why people do amazing things, so why is it so hard for people to see the answers to their problems, and lose faith in themselves and the world around them. But just think..Lives have been saved because of hope. Wars have been won. Lost children have been found...and its all because of hope.. Your hope is your catalyst for your drive. How hopeful you are, is a measure of your determination. People who are determined, and who wont give up, they can do things nobody thinks they can, even themselves. Hope is never gone, no matter how gloomy or dark the sky may seem. Even in pitch black, there is light, but sometimes, its just harder to see. We all can do amazing things, things that others dream about, things that people haven't even thought of, because its in our hearts...Don't lose your hope, no matter how bad things seem. Your hope has faith in you. So you should too...

Mindsight

Sitting on a grassy field, staring blankly into the summer sky, mouth ajar and breathing slowed. Behind, a Tornado twisting sideways and across, furious and consuming, compressing all inside it into an intangible swirl of thought and feeling. So much space, yet it's compacted into one vicious object. What's the key to subsiding this twister. What is the medium to slow down this shrill wind, so they can be beautiful gentle clouds that everyone can see, once again...