Hello

She walked towards me with tissue on her face, almost smothering her beloved and fragile skin. The trees swayed in the light wind and the sun shined like a fairy tale ending. Every day was the same, not able to breath, not able to escape. Captured in a small white container. Closed without Love. The flutter of its wings had stopped. No movement to be seen. I shook the box and its heart started again. This one was let go. This one was lucky. The colour flew through the sky, able to breath, able to see the outside world, able to live.