Phoenix

To give a narcissist a starting point, have a holiday approaching. Particularly, one that has nothing to do with them. A grandiose sense of importance, constant need for admiration.

Brazen entitlement surrounding the Phoenix of 500 years

A journey of confinement not meant to ever keep her

Carelessly overlooking her breathtaking beauty when the time was up.

The firework of your life, Fourth of July? Overlooking the rising flame to burst in the sky.

you cannot outpace her flight, Skyrocketing out of your sights

The nest is designed in comfort of aromatic woods, cedar, pine, sandal and Eastern Rose.

When time was up, the nest took root at the Vortex that led right to home.

The nest ignites and becomes consumed with flames, time was up.

Of it is born the most beautiful, vibrant, magnificent, gold, sunlight fire bird ever known. Anew.

rebirth, in the heat of the desert, resting, cradling ashes of her predecessors worshipping the life to her she gave.

rebirth, in the desert, at night, cooled off, on the solid ground. still radiant, majestic and haunting, her wings rested. Ancestorial vibrations of the ground are constant and pleasant in her presence, Phoenix.

She felt home. So. Doe. Na. Find and meet her here in peace

On cycles, on death and on rebirth, rise from ashes to live again.