it's been 6 months 4 weeks and 1 day

and she says "these days the stars shine a little brighter"
her laugh a little bit louder. her smile a little bit wider.
imobilized by each dream driven ball of fire
she stares - wide eyed and wondering ...
is this me? hair a little bit longer. heart a little bit stronger.
consumed in a world that makes us believe
you're not happy unless they're happy -
tippy toes through the weather stained leaves
blowing about the ground. spinning, swirling
stopping abruptly. two inches from a puddle
colors abstracted from the canopy above
she kneels down to critique her reflection
light droplets sparkle with the ripple of her finger
"i don't care if they're happy"
she kicks the still body of water -
"my souls a little more complete
and my head a little less naive" ...
yeah. she's going to be just fine.