Wafting through my mind like razors that nick the threads of sanity. Always pushing the boundaries of modesty. Collecting stress and anxiety as if they were wild daises to be plucked from the fields and placed neatly in a vase for public display. Standing at the threshold of freedom and joy holding hands with love and ecstasy. Chains of imperfection bind my feet and hold me still unable to move. Fantasies and fairytales decorate the halls. Music and dance swallow my heart. Screams of chaos fill my ears. Fists of fear wrapped around my chest. Light from my eyes lead the way to a path of beauty and peace.
~ Dream of winter by Natalie Shau
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