ㅤ𖥧 𓂃 She has been feeling it for awhile now—that sense of Awakening. There is a gentle rage simmering inside her, and it is getting stronger by the day. She will won't let anyone take it away from her. It is her rocket fuel and Finally, she is going places. She dan feel it down to her very core— this is her time. She will only climb mountains— she will move them too.
She walks the earth Freely, yet her feet never touch the ground. Many hands will reach for her, but she cannot be anchored. She belongs to no one, to nothing, to nowhere. When meet her, you will recognise her for who she is—a free spirit, a wondering star. She will fit in your arms like she was made to be there. And she will show you what it means to hold something you can never hold onto. ִֶָ ࣪ ᥫ᭡
She walks the earth Freely, yet her feet never touch the ground. Many hands will reach for her, but she cannot be anchored. She belongs to no one, to nothing, to nowhere. When meet her, you will recognise her for who she is—a free spirit, a wondering star. She will fit in your arms like she was made to be there. And she will show you what it means to hold something you can never hold onto. ִֶָ ࣪ ᥫ᭡