She will un-shuffle a bit and disrobe herself to walk ahead, Around her head is the Earth and around her body is the life. Wrapped in her ambition un-solving at each splash.
The air pulls her a bit and the gravity pulls her behind But the waves are her life riding on them she will go out of her chained world out of her engraved limits.
She will clutch the tattered clothes and just the last, turn around for last, glance a look and walk ahead to the bottom of the ocean A woman bound, but freedom is her life flying as air and standing as the ocean her heart will pound and swell her tongue will lick her dry lips and with a startle she will run to catch the rain drops and will melt in them to be free forever...
