Life can be a bitch,
but it also has it's little perks...
But who am I?
I guess I could be a lot of things, then it becomes a choice of words and ideas. First I'd say I'm a girl with dreams. I used to have big ones but I think that now they've shrunk to simple stuff.
I like to write.
I like to create.
I like people because for me a person is like a land to discover.
I like skin and everything that's soft and can be touched, even a heart.
I like children for they are true.
I like the sky. I used to dream of flying, now I just lay back and look at it's everchanging lights.
I like the sea too. Its smell, its song and its immensness.
I'd like to look at him sleeping but for now I can only feel him. Sometimes.
I like music and words written and sung.
I like the light in my living room, flowing through the windows and the skylights all day long.
I like the moon and it's soft light.
I like to lay in bed and cuddle, discuss softly on a pillow.
I like to listen to someone else's dreams; those of the night and those of life.
I like words and langages, they're like the map of someone'soul.
I love life, its great discoveries and its small pleasures.
I like to leave things unfinished for the joy of coming back.
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