her situation

it's always been difficult to breathe. it's always been hard to wait for the crack of dawn to hit her face. she twirls and gleams in the sunlight but at night, she weeps. beautiful. she's beautiful, yet she questions the surface. she dwells upon question marks and silence. she flies over sparks and glides over outreached hands. misery loves company but misery's been the only company in her bed. she knows the facets of loneliness so well. she knows them too well. different mornings waking up to different faces but it's always been the same routine. but she still twirls and gleams. she still spins for the world to see.