Longing

I long to be untethered. Loose upon the world. Floating in a warm stream, flowing, my hair fanned out behind me. A halo around my head. Ears dulled to the external and filled instead with the whooshing of my own heartbeat.

Untethered. Unraveled. Undone. Unguarded. Against the grain of common acceptance.

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