A thought
Walking along the city streets, lips curled in a soft smile, eyes glazed, staring at everything and nothing at the same time, breezes blowing her hair in any direction it wants to move. Her eyes staring at her future, promises moving into reality, music blowing peace into the dusty corners of her soul. She hears the whisper that her time has come. Lips slipping into a smile…because she can and because she knows that no matter what…she wins….
