You watch as she makes her way to the edge of the cliff. You're terrified but you know she'll be just fine.You trust her primitive instincts. You see her make her way to the edge and there she sits, her legs dangling into the abyss. You're scared one day something would come out the abyss and engulf her whole. But you see her face in the full moon and you see her for the wild soul that she is.
Stripped down to her very core.
Her smile reaching her eyes. You can't tell if it's sinister but there is a mad thrill in her eyes.

Then you let your eyes wander down to her hands,one gripped on to the soil beneath her, while the other, you see her bring to the front of her eyes. You see that it's shaking uncontrollably and suddenly it hits you.

She is afraid too, terrified even.

Terrified of initiating conversations, speaking in front of an unfamiliar crowd, of being laughed at, of being talked about behind her back, of solotravels to new places, of new people, of the abyss and how it calls her....but she keeps pushing her limits ever so steadily.
She stands in front of strangers,her fist clutched so they wouldn't see the fear; she speaks, her words quivering, but you hear authority in it.
She keeps getting lost in unfamiliar streets at midnight with a racing heart but her feet steadfast till she finds shelter.

She keeps throwing in these random acts of kindness, a smile, seats given up for the old lady in the crowded bus, little things, but an effective conversation initiator. Who says you need a million words to make your mark.Oblivion will think twice about welcoming her because she's left bits of herself with way too many around the world.

She keeps challenging herself and you know that because you've seen her evolve. You'd never seen her fear as rawly exposed before,and it makes you think to yourself that you'll always be 'home' to her, where she can easily and unapologetically be her most vulnerable version, because you are sure as hell that she's yours.