Once Upon a Time.

The breeze enveloped her mind, like caressing hands on a lover's nape. She gazed onto the empty field, the greens and browns seemingly to come alive with every second her eyes linger. With utmost hesitation, she outstretched her hand, to touch the swaying grass, growing wild rebelling against the wind.

Slowly but surely, she takes a first step onto the mossy loam,the damp soil taking the weight of the world away from her heaving shoulders. Her ivory dress fled the silhouette of her body, exposing the arch of her back to the barren azure sky. Her timid eyes closed, feeling bold for once as she lifted her head up high, her hair now dancing in beautiful tangles. The rays of the sun played upon her skin, highlighting the freckles on her cheeks and the crimson tinge of her lips. Her face now, half aware of her isolation and yet still afraid of the judging stares of the heavens and earth. She wanted to break free from this scrutiny.

Freedom.

With every ounce of courage she could muster, she lifted the fabric ashen hems of her dress and started to run. Her legs sprinting through the emerald leaves. her breaths growing heavier, her heart beating away a symphony of emotions. The pain throbbing throughout her frail body. Little beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She could hear the screams of the silence, growing louder, bombarding her with a hushed abuse. The noise of the invisible crowd, their grasp no longer bounded to her. She will no longer be battered. No longer be neglected. No longer a pawn.

She was weary. But she never stopped. She kept running. Like the wind.

Pointless? Perhaps.

But there's a story somewhere in there, I promise.