My Torin

by K. Webster

“Wanting to be free. Wanting to be me. Trying to make people see. And accept the real me.” ~Scott Lentine~

her laugh is soft like a feather fluttering along a porch floor. You want to pick it up and touch it, but you don’t want to ruin its journey. It’s perfect as it moves along, undisturbed. The sound is one that can’t be described. It just is. A sound that finds its way down into the very marrow of your bones. Roots inside and lives there. Quivers and quakes—a constant reminder that it’s there.

I couldn’t choose one type to represent you. You’re everything at once. Every pretty thing in one breathtaking package.