Island girl born and raised in the most chaotic part of the land: the city.
Learned to be cold and distant but born to be calm and calid.
Born to love, to be surrounded by love; forced to come and go, no stop.
Island girl, hopeless romantic; city girl, obsessive worker.
Contradicting worlds; one girl, one soul.
Between the city and its surroundings, between the cold and the humid
Is there a choice to be made?
Or can my soul stay as it was bred? Can the calm be regained?
Amongst the clash of chaos and tranquil sea, can I be both and island and city devotee?