we catch wind yet you’re the only one still afloat

you’d rather be carried away than carry your way

gilded perfection as the sun greets you

every hard decision may just be indecision but you move with grace regarding the small things you do envision

flames flicker and you accompany its speech, created from the hands of adornment

and for a brief moment, your eyes fill with orchids and you finally understand the feelings others succumb to upon seeing your face for the first time

the feeling that true beauty is beyond understanding