First things first, boots on ground. I’ve gotta start walking. I’ll walk until I run into the right colors. I’ll pick my favorites before they pick my favorite spaces for me. I’ll walk until I’ve gathered all the right flowers. I’ll take only what I spot on the pavement. I take only what is left for dead. I want to cover my space with giant sunflowers, purple roses, big ole tulips, and a billion daisies! But that many simply don’t turn up at my feet. So I’ve got a couple dozen teeny tint things dying all around my home. I don’t care much to memorize names that have already been assigned. That’s another pair of eyes that just doesn’t see things how I see em. So I make my own instead. The pink ball of fluff flower on my sink has seen better days, yesterday for instance. Why must everything fade so fucking fast! I move too slowly for this world. I take one breath in and everything changes. I exhale the difference. I change who I am. I become the spaces around me as I move through them. I’m millions of faces every day. And they are all looking one way. ‘Daisy Jade! Where the hell have you gone!’ I scream at the bottom of the canyon. It bounces of an enormous tree that lies flat on his face. I ask him when he fell. He says I’ve known the answer before. Says there’s a way back up, if I listen to all the right things sing. He tells me to be careful whom I let sing to me. He reminds me where movement comes from. I remember. I am still. I giggle and jump atop, balance beam, make my way across and hop off the other side. I remember my last dream. I remember Daisy breathing heavy by my side. I remember nerves shooting slicing pain up and down her spine as she crawled to me. I remember her chilly cheekbone on my blood-soaked skin. I remember how she held my waist everyday for two years. My legs weren’t enough to hold me up. She held me upside down. My eyes were glued shut with my own crusty blood. She taught me how to cry my way back into seeing the sun. I think she went half blind trying to teach me that trick. ‘Keep your kidneys warm, you little kid; you’ll freeze out there if you can’t see where home is.’

         ‘Home is beside you.’ I spin around; I get tangled in my own sheets. I shake my sleep with my own voice. ‘It’s only dreaming baby girl. Wake up!’ I text ‘Wanna dance with me?’ Fuck. No! Go back to bed! For heaven’s sake, this is all shit. I stop paying attention to things I don’t believe in. I run. I remember dreaming in the middle of the day, while my spirit moves my body at full pace. I see P up ahead. She’s so fucking fast! ‘Sure’ she says.‘ But it's just dancing. Don’t get cute Isabella. Don’t ask to marry me. I am only here to play for a bit. Then I have to fall back asleep.’

         Our love is still. It requires movement to be shaken awake. Move with me Daisy. Move!