She’s spinning again.

Twirling around and around, her dress catching the air and turning into something a-kin to a ball gown.

She told me once, that when she spins, all the heavy things like feelings and harsh words get left behind, and for those few short minutes everything is fine...

I wish I could make her feel like she’s twirling all the time, she doesn’t deserve to be laden down like that.

She stumbles, and her grin falters, no don’t stop yet, she slows down, falls to the ground and rolls onto her back and simply stares at the clouds.

nothing to say here...cept...REVIEW!