She's the kind of person who can capture fragments of the universe in her writing,
but never the whole of it.
She likes to wonder about strange little things,
but she's so ordinary.
She's the same as the rest of us,
or so it may seem.
But there's just something so enticing about her,
something that draws you in when you hear her speak.
Maybe it's the way she creates pictures with her hands,
or maybe it's the way her eyes take on a faraway glow of mirth,
and mystery when she's thinking.
She isn't perfect,
she's far from it and she knows.
But you could stare at her all day,
perhaps counting her quirks or her flaws.
Or even just spend your time
listening to the wisdom spilling out of her mind.
You'd wish she were yours.
She'd wish for much more.
She'd watch the stars from afar
But she'd never think of herself as one.