Kura Journal 2

Hey big A

What do you say to the monster under your bed when they crawl into your bed to cuddle?

I’m supposed to say it’s terrifying, what she can do, but zoom zoom boom. It was pretty breathtaking? It’s not like she hasn’t always been capable of this. Do you remember younger, Kiana? The kids from the alley… It’s not different though I assume it feels different. Little things. Not quite as sharp, watching her feet, gripping the hilt of her sword like she’s scared – not of what could happen to us but what she could do to them. It’s amazing the ability we have to get lost in storms.

But I still see her there. Amidst all that chaos, the lighthouse pulling me to shore. She’s afraid because she thinks its exponential, anger, that one degree will turn to another, until she will lose her grip, but she won’t. You know that, that’s why you’ve blessed her, and the church worships her, and one day people will fear her. Hear her? Sleeping peacefully, I hope. She’s had worse nightmares than this, Gods know, you know. A bird on a string knows, you know they don’t spend as much time flying flying flying as you think? They wait for updrafts and it carries carries carries them up and up and up and then they go zooming back down. Wings, decent enough and useful, but you need that wind, too, the surge and descent.

She’s going to be fine. I don’t think I’ll say anything. Not until she asks. Some wars we can’t share.

K