It seems unfair that when she's trying to enjoy herself, self-conscious thoughts have to intrude. She's just sitting in the hot water, bright pink bathing suit poking out from beneath it, but rather than giggle and splash around in the hot springs with her mother's namesake, admiring all the water that looks like pools of starlight, Nova sits quietly watching as her fingers make gentle ripples on the surface.
A small pout plays on her lips as the questions spin in her head. Is she too much? Her mom and siblings say she's perfect just the way she is, but there have been times that people flinch in her presence or complain about her volume or number of questions or the amount of glitter she uses...
The complaints slowly build, become a mountain of reasons she's annoying or obnoxious or too much. It has her magic trembling beneath her skin, the ripples threatening to crystalize in ice, the blue of her eyes shining with moisture, all the feelings spiraling in the silence.
A small pout plays on her lips as the questions spin in her head. Is she too much? Her mom and siblings say she's perfect just the way she is, but there have been times that people flinch in her presence or complain about her volume or number of questions or the amount of glitter she uses...
The complaints slowly build, become a mountain of reasons she's annoying or obnoxious or too much. It has her magic trembling beneath her skin, the ripples threatening to crystalize in ice, the blue of her eyes shining with moisture, all the feelings spiraling in the silence.
Nova
Cause I got that sunshine in my pocket,
got that good song in my feet.
got that good song in my feet.
