What if I was the kind of person who wore stars in her hair?
Who found solace in silence?
What if I was the kind of person whose fear of heights didn’t keep her from mountaintops?
Who donned a cape to keep her warm?
What if I was the kind of person who didn’t apologize just to have something to say?
Who believed in tiny joys that no one else can see?
What if I was the kind of person who caught the tail of an idea like the ribbon of a kite as it’s lifted by a breeze?
Who has the courage to follow?
What if I was the kind of person who got lost in pleasure and delight?
I can nearly see her.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
What if I was the kind of person who wore stars in her hair?
Who found solace in silence?
What if I was the kind of person whose fear of heights didn’t keep her from mountaintops?
Who donned a cape to keep her warm?
What if I was the kind of person who didn’t apologize just to have something to say?
Who believed in tiny joys that no one else can see?
What if I was the kind of person who caught the tail of an idea like the ribbon of a kite as it’s lifted by a breeze?
Who has the courage to follow?
What if I was the kind of person who got lost in pleasure and delight?
I can nearly see her.
