She is eruptive, like a flower quick to blossom. A wildness takes control, where being tamed or controlled is no longer allowed. It’s hard to trace her beginning and end. She continues and flies around you as the dragonflies embroidered onto her chest; her wings are firm and affirmed.



From now on, she finds peace in her ability to morph, shine, disguise, evolve, and move without conformity. Like swirling tendrils around her skirt, shoulders that jut out past the expected ending of the shoulder line, she is like a dandelion that cannot be blown out easily. She holds tight to her own wishes for herself.