Feb 9, 2021
✑ describe something they like without naming it
She dreams a dream that plays in her head like a river of memories because her mind is too tired, too burdened to think. She discards the weights of her false self and enters it gladly to drift among the gently babbling waters.
In it she remembers the tides softly pushing and pulling at her skin as she dives down, down, down deep beneath the crashing waves...
The blade hot and alive in her hands as she moves with a single strike.
The wind in her hair as she falls, the same gusts beneath the wings that catch her -- keep her safe from harm.
She is weightless.
And she is...
