by Olivia
Oddly enough, me and you do not live in the same world. If you saw what I see daily you would be shocked, inspired, and maybe scared. This place smells of light and the air hums like it’s alive! I bow down to creatures to look at them from a good view and I can barely feel the daggered looks thrown at me. It’s all gentle. Like the world is holding a breath for me to just be here. I feel like I am looking through glass wings…fragile and curved like I’m to see the world with different colors. I can barely recognize a frown on my own face. Not that it hasn’t been there before. Before I learned to look through different perspectives. This ombre world is magical and full of weird looks, but I don’t care because as long as my vision isn’t shielded by gloom I don’t think I ever want to leave this place. I really don’t think I’m dreaming…at least I hope I’m not.