There is a girl

Every daydream leads her to a forest.

A forest that she has never seen.

A forest that she has never stepped a single toe in.

This girl, but a fleeting breeze of wind in this forest.

She walks, her footsteps echoing through the trees. All the shimmers of light seemingly slowing down to a slow motion, as if stopping time, just for her.

This girl, doesn’t know where she is walking to, only that every time she is here, something pulls her.

One day, in this daydream, she finally walks enough to a place where she can see the most beautiful bluff ledge up ahead.

There are the most beautiful butterflies, birds, and creatures she does not recognize flying above it.

She begins to get the sudden urge to run towards it.

So, run she does.

While running, she is filled with thoughts of everything she has ever wanted to escape from and decides that when she gets to this ledge, she will not stop, but instead jump and finally be free from all that has chased her there.

Oh this girl, she has foreseen many ways that her time would come to pass, but never

one so beautiful as the final jump she would take.

As she runs, she feels a sort of spiritual weight begin to melt off of her. Almost faster than the sweat that now poured down her brow.

Tears begin to trickle down her face. She’s never been in so much pain, and yet, so much bliss at the same time.

Her end was nearing closer, and she couldn’t help but feel so at peace with it. It was a miraculous feeling to finally feel so free from the chains that had long rusted around her ankles, and shackles that had long caused the trimmers in her hands.

She began to feel this overwhelming anticipation that something magnificent was waiting for her in the unknown of her jump.

As if when she leapt, there would be no bottom to land.

Only a new beginning that she couldn’t explain, and an ending to everything she had known.
The ledge was within feet of her.

She said a final prayer, and a goodbye she’d hoped would find its way to those she’d cared for on the wings of these mysterious butterflies that had pulled her here.

This was it. It was time. She threw her arms open wide, a final tear streamed down her face, she exhaled one last time, and with a final smile, she leapt.

She leapt as high as the wind would carry her, soared, freedom was bliss, and…….
There is a girl.

Every daydream leads her to a forest.

A forest that she has never seen.

A forest that she has never stepped a single toe in.

This girl, but a fleeting breeze of wind in this forest.
She is sure, she will be back here tomorrow.
And the forest, it will be waiting…….