I don’t go on Tumblr as much as I used to.
The ground moves fast underneath her—the stripes blending into a straight line. Her thoughts become one as she speeds down an empty highway. Windows rolled down letting the sun play with her hair, waving it as a flag declaring independence. The look of determination in her eyes, like the eye of fury within a hurricane. I don’t know how to describe her so I’m just spilling words out. I hope you understand that you are always in my admiration. That your strength stems from within and from above, that you have never been tied down and that you never shall be. Freedom is your middle name and I am just here like the wind to experience the whole thing. If you were a kite, i’d be your tail. I’d like to see how far up you soar. I want to be there when you come down, to pick you up again.
-For Zippy with all my love.