As she studied callously at night school and worked a minimum wage job, in her eyes, you could see the wanderlust that she was blessed with. You could see the places, the people, the adventures and new experiences that she craved for.
Her heart was not for the weary. It's been ******. Beaten. Tortured. There's barely enough oxygen left to pump out whatever still clings to her left ventricle. She is the art of oneself. And if you're lucky enough, you may get lost in her, too.
"Baby, you're beautiful- but do not always lead with that- also be kind towards everyone and everything, be intelligent and inspirational so that no matter how much they try not to, thet cannot help but to love you," he said to his daughter.
Of all the places my soul has ever wandered to, my love, you, by farthest have been my greatest journey of them all. And have I ever felt lost? Of course, but that's the beauty of you. You're everywhere, yet you're in one place- my heart.
As her elderly eyes noticed her broken, she said: "Child, even the greatest treasures are hard to find, flowers start from dirt, stars shine brightest at night. Be patient. It will find you someway, somehow. Trust and never doubt its power.