You don’t let society dictate who you are, or what you look like. You listen to your heart, and the moon, and that wild fire inside you. You’re the baddest; but also the kindest. Your voice will never be silenced; just like your fierce desire to be untethered. You are complicated. You are the fringe.
must be the
SEASON OF THE WITCH.
“You and I travel to the beat of a different drum. Can't you tell by the way I run
every time you make eyes at me? And I ain’t saying you ain’t pretty. All I’m saying is I’m not ready for any person, place, or thing to try and pull the reins in on me.”
“When I look out my window,
many sights to see.
And when I look in my window,
so many different people to be.
That its strange. So strange.
You got to pick up every stitch. Must be the season of the witch.”