-THE AIR SMELLS REAL-

She stands at the end of a tilting boat surrounded by an endless abyss of melted blue crystals and marine life.

She is looked down upon by the sky above her, and surrounded by the people around her dancing their days away. The passerby wind grazes the skin upon her

arms that dangle freely over the ship's silver perimeter railing.

The tiny curls excluded from the messy bun rested atop her head, float along

with the breeze like they're flying on clouds. Her feet tap inconsistently against the wall she's rested upon, as a toddler would tap its toys.

Her smile beams like a flashlight the sun itself would have to use. She felt like but a fly, realizing how small she was in this inconsistent yet beautiful world. She

looked far past herself at the gorgeous unforgiving waters, and felt an urge tug at her soul with a tether.

A hope overcame her that the rushing waters would keep themselves still

and become solid like glass; an urge to walk upon it herself with the wind twisting and turning each strand of her hair in all different directions.

An urge to have the wind blow blow each flower printed on the dress she wore down South with the birds that traveled in Winter.

She closed her eyes and took in a breath of sweet, fresh air and in this moment she thought to herself...

"the air smells so real all the way out here.".

~ifthenightcouldtalk

(Hi everybody! So sorry for the inconsistent upload schedule, but my schedule will be revised and we'll be back on track in no time! Still expect blog posts on Mondays and Fridays.)