“I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.”

—Buffy

I Am Not

If you were to ask me, where I found my hope

I’d say, it probably came when I looked underneath

You know, where the sun shines in secret

For only one chosen soul to see

 

If you were to ask me, where I found my dreams

I’d tell you, where the city follows mountains

High above the clouds

And where the people from that city

Climb and never fall

But, I would remember every city has two faces

One of them growing dull of happy places

 

If you were to ask me, where I decided to run 

When you told me to stay

Well, I’d just remind you that I never left

You simply took my heart and put it where only the dead lay

 

So, if my hopes and dreams really reflected love

And I still was found deprived of

Then I guess I’m not the chosen one

The one chosen by the sun

And that would mean, I lived on the side

The city never climbs;

The side for the fallen and denied

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