I'm hella hungry.

Flight.

Let me put it into the simplest of words...
I've been swept off my feet, picked up from my enclosed world.
Brought to a new place, without recognition of one's face.
Except yours.
Your radiant beauty is something that every little girl wishes to be.
Something that I want to bottle up and so that it'll be reserved for me.
It's like someone opened up my heart and placed back the missing part.
But I refuse.
I refuse to think like this, no, not anymore
I locked up everything, the places where feelings are stored.
And I refuse to be pulled back into another mishap waiting to explode.
But I know myself.
And I think that I might just jump over that cliff again.

Let's hope that this time, I actually take flight.