flit, fly // summer 05

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she was in a field. filled with dandelions and dying grass.

beautiful, life and death merging.

fly higher.

the words resounded in her mind as she struggled to differentiate reality and fantasy.

she could feel the familiar, gentle push of the wind.

stop it.

she wanted to stay and rest in this little sanctuary, rest her weary self.

instead, the wind drove her forward relentlessly.

surrendering was probably a better idea.

to

let

herself

fly

higher,

and

high-er,

h-i-g-h-e-r

until it seemed like she never existed.

flit, fly

memories,

gone by

//

<footnote> just some snippets of random scribbles