She remembered the wind blow through her back when she could feel it. When it would lift her off her feet and she would rise, fly into worlds and lives she didn’t know. The adventures waited for her and she knew, she felt it in her veins and bones whenever she moved. One jump to do whatever she wanted. One jump to be free.
She wished she could feel the wind again. Her feet were planted hard into the ground this time, firm as the earth and grass. The pain in her hands cut open anew every move she made, and she wished the wind could just carry her away from this place. Because she tied the strings too tightly, she chained herself in place. Trapped in a repeating trail of breaking memories.
It would take a long time to untie those strings. She wished the wind would carry her away. She wanted to see the sky. Fly away. Sail the oceans. Walk new paths. She wished she could get away from the trap she put herself in, because she wanted to feel the wind again.
Soon, she would be able to rise above again and take the leap. Do whatever she wanted. Not now, but soon. She’ll be free. 
