All these ideas convoluted while she roams the world.
“Hi,” here. “Hi,” there.
She walks upright and confident.
Her shy smile hides her a thousand thoughts of despair.
She grimaces and squints when the sun hits her eyes–
Nothing is closer to that truth.
She decorates the world with each coiled step.
She grips each imperfection as a perfect disaster–
Allows her fellow earthlings to perceive her sense of loss.
The wind will lift her feet one day.
She’ll let go. She’ll breathe. She’ll be free.
She’ll be one with the wind.
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