Toph wandered the forest alone. She had left the camp as soon as Appa landed. She felt the cool dirt under her bare feet. The earth made her.
Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out. I laugh myself to sleep it's my lullaby
She would never admit it to her friends but she was almost relieved that they had lost. She was out of that retched city at last. They should've listened to her and left when they had the chance. But she did enjoy fighting the Earth King's soldiers. Not that they were much of a threat one on one, it gave her a little challenge to take out the whole guard.
Sometimes I drive so fast just to feel the danger. I wanna scream it makes me feel alive.
Toph had to wonder, though, as she walked through the seemingly empty forest. Of coarse it was only empty to those who didn't look. She could see the wildlife circling around her, living for the day. Like her. She was wild and uncontrollable. Where did that leave her? What did she have?
Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breath? Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed.
Did she have someone who cared for her? Her parents, but they didn't understand. Was this life enough, would someone cry if she died? She refused to be helpless though, she refused to let the war control her like it did the rest of the world.
Is it enough to die? Somebody save my life. I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
She wanted to fight. She wanted to prove her strength and superiority. Just because she was blind doesn't mean she was helpless or fragile as her father had said. She wanted to force and to win. She wanted to stand out not for her disability but for her greatness.
To walk within the lines would make my life so boring. I want to know that I have been to the extreme. So knock me off my feet come on now give it to me. Anything to make me feel alive
All the power she beheld, to move the earth and all particles of it, felt empty without a cause. She had fought for independence. Alone she knew she won. Alone and strong and empty.
Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breath?
Who would rise up?
Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed.
Who would example true emptiness?
Is it enough to die?
Who would save her?
Somebody save my life.
Times were changing. She stuck to her freedom, her individuality, her beliefs, her hidden hope. She wouldn't beg on her knees like the crowd, she wouldn't pray for some fantasy just yet. She wasn't the Earth Kingdom, she was Earth.
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please. I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
As she turned to head back to camp she whispered quietly to herself, "Sometimes I get so weird, I even freak myself out."