She has eyes that change color with her moods and skin she couldn’t peel. Her hands know a lot of things but they’re still too naive. They couldn’t help it. She disbelieves rainbows and cloud nines but her head floats in the air and is everywhere. She loves aimless walks and pondering, unmindful of direction. She doesn’t seem to care, but she sees everything. And she just wishes for a moment, you’d stop to notice.
If I could be anyone, I’d still be her.
