I am in awe of every vision. I bask in the passion of every caress. Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.
I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory, I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves.
The thing is that pushing yourself to do something just so you can achieve the status quo, or so you can have a certain level of stability, is not a bad thing. A lot of people work unfulfilling day jobs, and satisfy themselves with other endeavors on the weekends and evenings.
18 years old, big city dreams, a head full of plans and a heart open wide, she jumps from the branch, only to discover she’s always had wings, she flies, and she flies, and she flies.