May 6, 2011 by julesjustwrite
She wants to go light. She wants a breeze—a lightness. A bleach that’s good for the soul.
Heaviness has been upon her shoulders for too long.
Lets her tiptoes do the walking.
Her body is not needed. She wants to float, weightless, a balloon filled with helium. Fly over those POW’s on the ground, say, see ya suckers.