there was no sound, but the sound of wind no movement, but her dress twirling through the air
she was supposed to be afraid scared, drowning and confused but for the first time she could read the sky and smiled
being her was to raw being someone else was fake was she picturing it all in her head? she had traveled all the roads and created new ones but was it enough?
so she flew, she flew as fast and far as she could that fast, that she thought her wings were going to break and maybe they did, maybe she got lost, maybe she disappeared, maybe some remembered her, maybe no one did
so she escaped, escaped to the place where the skies are purple and there's gold flamingos rubi stars that share their secrets dancing demons with cellophane treasures Hidden in endless forest with a touch of mist