I used to dream about living a magical life as soon as I’d grew up. Now I don’t know how to bring the magic from then back.
I have thousands of stories trapped inside of me, waiting to be told, fighting each other, being jealous and sad and wonderful at the same time. Sometimes I am desperate to write them all down but it feels like I’m not ready yet.
I’ve never really belonged anywhere. I am the daughter of a free soul who’ll wander this planet until she finds her place. Sometimes I wonder if this place is found in this world.
I like and dislike people at the same time and sometimes I feel closer to strangers than I’ll ever feel to my best friends.
I like to listen to people. I think most things that I’ve ever learned came from just listening to someone instead of doing something.
I still dream of being a pirate. Maybe I was a free spirited, wild and dangerous pirate legend in my last life. Who’ll ever know?