Our story isn't a poem, nor a novel to be written. We can not rewrite the chapters, we can not rewrite our story. Only if I could, I'd write a happy ending.
Her restless feet, take her somewhere; where she can finally meet the sky and the ocean. For years she've been waiting; barefoot wanderer longing for sand and sea salt, sunsets by the shore.
A little bird trapped in a golden cage, fed with precious jewels, diamonds and pearls. Had everything anyone could ever ask, except for one thing she can never have. --- Freedom.