"The world has changed you. In past lives, you were a crumbling hillside, a fractured bone, a sobbing mother. Stupid girl. You weep for all the broken homes you have been, the tired faces you have made. How can you not see how you have evolved? I looked at you today, and saw that you are no longer an eye out of socket. You are the plot of land I grew up on, the shattered piece of glass lodged in my foot. When did you become so powerful? Stop trying to lock your heart away; it is too heavy to be carried away over night. Stomp you feet at those who are not patient enough to sit and watch you grow like grass. Then clap your hands for them because they were not burdened by seeing you in the form of cracking dirt. Watch yourself and see that you are not broken anymore. You are a shape shifter, and that is nothing if not beautiful."