She had ridden the crests of waves.
She had run barefoot through forests.
She had run barefoot through forests.
She had jumped off rocks and dove into the ocean from treetops.
She had seen sights that had taken her breath away.
But the cold winds of winter had changed things.
She couldn't taste the salt of the ocean when she walked outside anymore.
She couldn't find any forests to run in.
But the cold winds of winter had changed things.
She couldn't taste the salt of the ocean when she walked outside anymore.
She couldn't find any forests to run in.
She was a wild animal, locked in a cage.
A wild, free spirit forced to be tamed.
She worked 9-5 nearly every day.
She came home and cooked meals in her small apartment.
She came home and cooked meals in her small apartment.
When she turned the sink faucet on, she saw more than a stream of water filling her glass.
She saw her summers full of ocean diving.
She felt the sun on her skin, only to realize she was still in her kitchen.
She felt the sun on her skin, only to realize she was still in her kitchen.
She longed to be set free.
To be uncaged.
