>> Earth Angel, Earth Angel.

This is an open letter to both fate and SOMEONE OUT THERE!! SOMEWHERE!!

We'll rise with our fingers sodden with black dirt, roses of slow rapture spun between our ankles, thorns pricking our ankles as we sprout imaginary wings. I want your voice to have the quality of broken glass, of rainy days. I want your hair to spin around my finger and your face to blush when I hold your hand. I want you to think I'm special, I want you to be The Owl and me to be The Pussycat. I want you to think my nickname is cute. I want a lot. But most of all, I want to be your Earth Angel. I want to be the eyes of your happiness and the window to your joy. I want to see you smile and glance at me down the hallway just cause you think I'm gorgeous. But most of all, I want to be your Earth Angel. I want my feathers to be stained with the ice from the mountains and filled with pine needles. I want my hands to be softer than yours and my nailpolish carelessly adorned. I want you to describe me like you would a lover. I want to be your Earth Angel.