She doesn’t ask where she’s going,
the sky has always been enough.
I think of her when the world grows too loud,
when she disappears into the folds of the sky,
where gravity can’t reach her and sorrow can’t climb.
I don’t see her as someone afraid of being lost,
but as someone who dares to wander,
a girl who made a nest between the stars,
and never stopped believing that dreams have wings.
