In hazy nights and digital screens, she knows she has control; in this environment, in this reality. I can almost taste her longing, her courage, her mentality. The mindset of something pure, something twisted, confessions spilled out in lonely hotel rooms in the night. Through darkened soulless days, she fills her head with travels, and fantasies I never could ignite. That heart I want to feel, lost to freedom, caught once in a photograph of my own imagination. A single image, frozen still, of beauty unrelenting, of mirthful hestitation. Reaching endless in despair when there were none left, my own fears needing to be saved. In the gloom she appeared; through the chill and through the fire, she turned, and smiled and waved.