She's A Spark

by Anna Erickson

“Please,” she whispered “consider me a dream.”

To be so close, yet one moment out of reach, creates a passion like no other. A fond vision on replay can also create a defined harsh memory, as every detail is left detangled. Torment and turmoil are feelings not so easily extinguished, because there is a passion that comes along with it. Long faces jolted with a spark hope: a faint gleam of a line on the corners of eyes, some would note with a smile. She pranced into lives bringing passion but just for a moment. This was something unordinary, to add just enough glimmer to your 9-5 that you are no longer numb. You can feel feelings distant from your routine. Fire, one described the feeling as. Fire, something that you feel, closer and closer, but can’t fully experience as protection with the fear of burn. It was for this, striving for something unordinary, which she danced through the crowd: leaving behind a feeling, incomprehensible. A sigh of awe was heard by those she touched, as she left a twirling trail behind, messy yet somehow pure. For her, she thrived off the feeling of being a fantasy, just one moment to remember, spinning millions of thoughts exchanged through whispers. Leaving observers perplexed, discussing events which felt somehow distance as thought of in another world, like a dream. Damn, she must’ve been a dream.