Wayward

Soundtrack

She gave herself a push from the ground and with it leaving far more pieces of herself than she expected. There was a soft wind blowing, reaching through the holes of her socks to her skin-rustling the flowers of the nearby lilac tree- and stopping as through it had run out of breath already. The girl wondered when she became so careless with her words, her mouth like a faucet that overflowed at the simplest question. Brimming with doubt and confusion, losing purpose and point. Her eyes lost focus, blurring the remains of the flowers, turning it into a muddle of decayed purples-mauve to be exact. It was the shade of the sky when she was in the car; afternoon drives filled with music booming in her ears commanding to become soundtracks to her life. Often it was fleeting moments like these that sometimes she forgets she experienced.