She told herself she'd forget everything by transforming and reshaping her spirit.
So she flew in circles, and spread her wings out, changing into a bird. She stared into the eyes of deceiving emblems, and symbols of freedom embraced through action. She smelled the wind brush past her bodily grace, and danced above the sun in the endless purple skies.
But even that grace spelt something. It spelt words she'd been wanting to forget all along.
And as simplistic, unimportant creatures fluttered around her writing words in the sky, her conscience wrote the very words she was always pretentious about, but really just always wanted to hear.