Mikaela Jay

Three-Hundred and Sixty Degrees.

A glimmer of hope born of idealized fanaticism, seemingly, that is what it was to me at the time, although If you looked close enough you would surely see the thing I would now call something that was just beyond sheer belief, a concrete knowing- so innate; within my little sister Xanadu’s eyes, like it existed there within her before she even did. Something ancient, something entirely familiar yet so completely foreign sat in her gaze.