When you read some of her thoughts, you simply want to run away.
But maybe she doesn’t need day or night — just a little peace. And when he moves through his own sky, she wonders silently whether his wings are light and whether freedom feels like his, not like escape. She doesn’t want him to carry her things in his pocket if they itch him. She’s actually not there to be missed by him.
When you read some of her thoughts, you simply want to run away. But maybe she doesn’t need day or night — just a little peace. And when he moves through his own sky, she wonders silently whether his wings are light and whether freedom feels like his, not like escape. She doesn’t want him to carry her things in his pocket if they itch him. She’s actually not there to be missed by him.