Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in its feathered embrace. I am a snowflake. A wisp of eiderdown, liberated from gravity. My body is light. Ephemeral. My head is light. I want to sway beneath the weight of air, dizzy with thought. Light filters through my closed eyelids. The sun, chasing shadows, tells me I'm not afloat in dreams.

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.

Bad choices or good, if you never take chances, someone else will build your life for you.

But I so want to walk that razor's edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.

The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.

Would I drown saving him?

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.