it was in the air

And by it I mean hope.

Her heart yearned for peace, a peace that would fill her whole body. Lately, contentment had been so foreign. Fall had been making its appearance and the cold entrance resembled her life in a mismatched sort of way. The oversized sweaters that engulfed her body were drowned in tears at the end of the night. Sadness was not an obsession but a daily visitor who never seemed to get the hint of blatant annoyance. The figure of sadness would never leave her until she forcibly shut it out, but that required quite a bit of effort. Silent prayers that were a cry for help had become a chore and she felt so alone.

The space around her was full of dandelion petals dancing in the wind, so she danced too. 

My obsession with dandelions lately has something to do with the five year old inside of me that hopes my wish won't fall through.