she paused there, a blossom nestled among the leaves of speech.
out of the silence answers arose, nourished by need and doubt.
she cupped the sky in her hands, to better listen to the echo of her silence.
firmly rooted in the soil of her longing, the tendrils of her gaze grew far beyond her field of vision.
her fragility was not a weakness, but the secret to scattering joy with each breath.