a/n: an incredibly short little ficlet, yeah. its been a while. Lapslock is a stylistic choice here. its probably a bit difficult to follow.

Disclaimer: yep.

life begins slowly.

tentative steps and fluttering wings, hesitant to face an unknown world. but it isn't long before shy words morph into arrogant grins and hopes laced with the confidence of a fool. soon, she learns laughter and swears to never let it go. the early memories began to blur together after a few years, a childhood of color and dancing in blue skies and small fragments of dreams she couldn't bear to forget.

there are dandelion fields sprouting across her memory, crushed flowers under her hooves as she tumbles from the sky. she stands strong though, pushing past bruises and sore wings until soon the air is more of a home than the dull ground ever was. laughter and smiles are never ending there even as they grow sparse in the world beyond. carelessness begins to fade and worries pull at her wings. the world feels frozen- coated with a thick feeling she had never felt before- and heartbeats are beginning to slow until-

foreign wings attached to a strange body come barreling in. haughtiness flies in with the winds with them, far too similar to her own. sparks dance again, lighting up the embers in a bonfire she had forgotten. life is soon whirling with fire, burning through ice she had built with hearty chuckles and tender friendship. she is sent tumbling through the skies again grin fixed firmly in its place again and a beak besides her that was twisted in its own odd smile.

just as suddenly as they had arrived, the warm wings were snatched away from her. she is alright this time though, fond memories keeping her heart content and beating. years are wasted on comfortable clouds and a pleasing haze of peace and ease. it is lovely- if a bit detached- where she is although it lacked the whipping action she had dreamt about in dandelion fields. she is happy.

her delight only grows as there are voices speaking to her now, words worming through her mind and perhaps stitching up a void of loneliness in her heart. excitement dashes in with maybe a trace of fear at what they face, but her stubbornness convinces her otherwise. there is a title now besides her name and her ego swells with pride. most certainly, she is not a modest pony.

life thrums with energy now though her worries are forced to extend beyond herself. it is fine because she is happy to shoulder these responsibilities and remind herself that she is not as selfish as some ponies would think. the cheerfulness is tainted when an old friendship returns, minus the purity she had once known. she shakes the pangs of sadness off, for the sake of new friendships, and reminds herself that some farewells are necessary. one day, she promises, she will fix what once made her burn with life.

she was never good at keeping promises.

smiles falter a bit after that and it is only then that she realizes how far she is from uncertain waltzes in still air and meadows blooming with her hopes. nostalgia tugs at her hooves and she returns to the place where dreams were spun. it has been a long time and the swaying plants have long since withered away. the grass is too brittle, too fragile and she cries.

death comes quickly.