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.