Nivasine
Nivasine
Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read

She’s wild like the west wind.

She wants to be fiercely independent, yet she wants you to notice the eyeliner she wore to work today. She is thinking all the time, but when you ask her about it, she’ll brush your question aside with a smile and a shrug. On some days, she yearns to be the man, but on most days, she takes pride in being a woman.

She takes hours to pick something to wear, unsure even after she’s been complimented by everyone. But somehow, she always seems to know what she wants from life.

She’s tired at the end of the day, and complains about not going on the dream vacation that she’s been planning for months now. But she’s the first to get up from the couch to make you a cup of coffee when she senses that you’re tired.

She panics and turns the place upside down when she loses her glasses, but she’s calmer than the summer sea during times of crisis.

She’s a beautiful paradox. She leaves you puzzled. She makes you want to straighten her out like untangling tangled wires.

Don’t try to solve her though. Let her be the enigma that she is. She makes the world, the way it is.

“O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,

Thou, from those whose unseen presence the leaves dead are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing”

    Nivasine

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    I create my own miracles.