Where dust comes from...

I often have the expectation that people just know how I feel... I even expect that they have a clue as to what is going on in my head... until recently. I guess Pixie is a lost language. I take comfort in knowing that at lest my mommy speaks Pixie fluently. I love how I can call her at any given time, and without a word she can decipher my thoughts. How I wish the world had a few more marvelous souls who understand me. My family comes pretty close... especially my sister, but none other than my mom has it down pat. I often wonder if people even know I am a Pixie. I spent so much of my life in a, dare i say artificial state of being, in which I had no clue who I was... consequently, anyone who i associated with probably has no clue either... or what they believe may be completely off, i guess they just know a piece of the puzzle. I feel like I am finally coming together though, and rather nicely. I never thought there would be a time when all of my pieces would begin to align... but it is finally happening. Right now I have a nice mix of individuls behind me for love and support. Between my fam, the Iversons, the Browns(Logan and Fam), the Bosch Fishers(Crystal and Ian), Jeremy K., Kita, Olivia, and Jacob... I am all set. While they don't all speak Pixie... they love the way it sounds! They love me and encourage the pixie. this is how one gets one's dust. I is suppled by love and belief! Thank you. I love you.