With a handful, she surrenders to the wind. And in...
Shes afraid. Only slightly. Everything she was...

Theres a flicker here and there
And I follow it where it leads...

There is a quality to the way the wind moves like...
Slides her fingers through my hair...

My blood courses out so thick
I have no blood to lose...

Fingers splayed across the silk
Texture in the palm...

Her brush touches the canvas; soft strokes along...
This page. As that pen scrawls across that page...

The compass doesn't point north
And there's the illusion of being alone...

She was alone once upon a time. And she was...
She was alone then. Once upon a time. She let the...

Their hands are kept beneath their chins
Upon the ballroom floor...

Her Wings...

Imagine those days once, when it was easy just to...
When just the act of breathing didnt hurt the...

Remove my skin here
You can trace the indentations here...