She can smell the wild in the air. She is free and young and not tied to anywhere.
She has nothing but tangles in her wind blown hair. She is unfettered by a single thing and she is free to choose if she wants care.
She doesn’t care a bit that they are broken. She doesn’t care if a single apology is spoken. She is wildly free and running rampant through the world. Passports and time changes don’t affect free girls.
Oceans pull and she can just go. She is finally allowed to not know. Go where the salt air pulls, go where she remembers the most primitive parts of her soul.
She gets to go where the wild calls itself home. She is ravenous for every bit of untainted sands. She is wild and free and takes every breath she can.