To swing up high and soar above them all. Simple goals. Simple life. She was going to change it all up. She might even puncture her own balloon as it is soaring so that she could fall with abandon.
She wanted to cry. She wanted to reach far above her head. She needed a plan and a map. She was going to search far and wide for that map.
Categories: Culture, mental health, photography, Psychology, society, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
Red, White, And BaLLooNS
CoCooNS RiSinG FaLLinG
‘Butterflies Fly Free…
Goodbye Yellow
Brick’ World…
Dance And
Song
Only Pays
Freedom F
‘That World’ i
For one Do…
Pays
me a
DiSABiLiTY
DanCinG SinGinG
So Far Away…
Oz is
MaGicK in
Kansas i Create…
All that Remains
Of me ChessHire
SMiLes… Fool… Am
i Am FReDeRicKA
Freer Greater
Country
Within
Invisible
‘They’
Never
BReATHE me (FReED)
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But the search is not easy, it’s as hard as the journey that brought her to this point, the search is a turning point yet making a turn in a narrow road seems difficult
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Intriguing snippet.
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