The wind blew her dress around; the swelling of the white cotton was similar to the spinning of the world in her head. Nothing was real. She was elevated above the world, above humanity, above those who thought themselves higher then the rest; above all of them.
The wind blew her dress around; the swelling of the white cotton was similar to the spinning of the world in her head. Nothing was real. She was elevated above the world, above humanity, above those who thought themselves higher then the rest; above all of them.
There was a sense of calmness in the chaos. Not anything there to tell her what to do, how to feel, or to try and explain why. The wind increased but she stood firm, the loose fabric that wrapped her body had writhed in hypnotically fluid motion, just as the hair that fell from her once damaged head.
They would think her deranged. But they knew not of the real reason. They would pretend they knew why she was doing this but few would hit the mark. She concealed her reasons well.
However her elevated state was lost; she found a place underneath.
Finally free from her restrictions.
Finally removed from humanity.