HelluvaGirl

This is not a diary any more

3. Transformation. Air

I was floating in the heart of a tornado, unable to see a thing through the thick darkness of the black waves around me – yet I was at home: still, warm and safe. The eye of the storm.

2. Transformation. Water

I was diving naked under water, seeing unknown landscapes, plants and light that was different from that above.

1. Transformation. Fire

The air was warm and dusk. The vibration under her belly-button resonated with the humming in the air. She walked the street without looking around. She could see the dark tree foliage and the rest of the things above without moving her sight or lifting her head. The trees stood huge and silent. They were her allies, just like […]