Falling

There she is. 


Floating and spinning just above the clouds. 


The warm wind gently caresses her as she tips into a dip. Each segment of her spine kisses the next in her spiral downward.


She’d exposed, offered up - to the sun to be carassed and worshiped. 
It’s the warm beams when it's on her. It’s the ease of the breeze, that could be destructive - but chooses to be soft when it comes to her.

It’s the clouds that can become dark and stormy at any second, but instead, stay light and fluffy.


 Yet there she is. 


Wanting to stay in the light... in this peace, forever.

She doesn’t own the sky, the sun or the wind and 
the clouds that comfort her, don’t stay forever they simply come and go as they please.