The Andromeda Galaxy

Week One - J

Rhythm 

She spread her wooden wings

to take a flight into the seamless sky of possibilities

dreams bigger than her whole being

She closes her eyes, a lazy smile clipped on her square lips

She could walk past the Golden Gate Bridge

experiencing the beauty of simplicity

She could go scuba diving in Philippines

stepping into a world, not hers

A world floating in freedom

A world bursting with happiness

She shudders at the thought

with bleeding eyes she watches

A crowd waiting to be entertained

Oppressive threads pulling her

meek and slender wooden frame

She stands tall with a brave smile

for she might just be a puppet

but her wings are still intact

and her heart is still beating

A rhythm of freedom.

J, theparanoidwriter