She wants

She wants to play with fire. She wants to feel it’s heat hover dangerously close to her skin, to have her heartbeats race in anticipation of risks and consequences. 

She wants to dance on the edge and is willing to take a fall. She will not mind the scars it leaves behind, she will not regret the urges that she pursued.

She wants to plunge into the depths of the abyss. She does not want her innocence anymore, she’d trade it in a heartbeat for adventure. She hungers for lessons to be learned, for the layers of her nativity to be stripped one by one.

She wants, and wants, and wants.

She pursues.

Dancing on the edge