Her spirit is wild and free, like a leaf dancing in the wind. To love her is to hold hands and scream with joy on her roller coaster through life.
Art is what she feels like. Sometimes cheerful with bright  hopeful eyes, and sometimes she’s sad but most of the time she is beautifully herself and that is fine.
She is a splendid whirlpool of love and emotion.
She’s the kind of queen that knows her crown isn’t on her head, but in her soul. She’s the perfect example of grace, because shes a butterfly with bullet holes in her wings that never regretted learning to fly.
She’s a beautiful soul who carries light in her smile and love in her bones.
She reads books as one would breath air, to fill up and live.
She gathers books like clouds, and watches the words as she would as the rain poured down a window.
So who is she you may ask, well that’s easy because
she is me!