living in reverie
Five-foot something short. Blue eyes, the window to the life of a girl who drinks copious amounts of caffiene and will wake for the sunrise and race to catch the sunset.
"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."
"The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance."
You with the nape that holds my gaze
You with the tongue that speaks my name
You with the arms that keep me at length
You with the heart that won’t show its face
