She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.
AIMEE C. HOVEY
How disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.
