Jan 6, 2016
An indistinct scoff drips off her lips in a hushed breath, hands winding and winding and winding as she gazed into the sea of people which moved and swayed in its own sort of rage and feeling drowned by it. She’d been rotated through the room all while the moon dragged high into the sky, as though there was an unseen schedule which dictated her companions and her time with them, and there likely was. However, it was one of those relieving spaces between time, where she allowed herself to breathe --- recompose. Breathe, yes. Breathe. She drew in sharply through her lips, chest puffed outward as her lungs swelled with air.