she wanted to plant roots so deeply into her own soul that flowers would bloom where bruises once freckled her skin like hazy constellations. she wanted the sound of her own heartbeat to fill her ears until it drowned out the quivering voice of self doubt that crippled her intentions and left her footsteps wavering and unsure. she wanted to claim her body as her own, sacred land untamed and inaccessible to anyone, except those who found long-lost home in the fiery warmth of her love. she wanted the word soulmate to shape itself around the sound of her own name, true north to be the foundation that her own two feet stood firmly upon. trembling, she had no center of gravity and a direction that shifted as quickly as the wind... but even in her chaos, she was a rose gold sunset with storms for eyes, and she would become the woman that she wanted to be.” roots // v.t.