She liked the idea of smoke.
Just disappearing into thin air,
Right after you breathe. Becoming free.
She liked the idea of nature.
The way it surround her with comfort.
"Our surroundings are like visions."
The girls voice spoke softly against the trees.
"They tell us something important."
She liked the idea of magic.
It did something to her.
Everyday. Every month. Every year.
It made her disappear.
