the light girl

she blows in through your window bearing gifts of angel cake and sparkling wine.  she says she has a gypsy caravan waiting if you want to come - you can only take one suitcase the weight of reverie, three poodles, or a vision of a lithuanian hot air balloon.  then she laughs like it's summer and you're having popsicles, and tells you not to take her seriously.  but it's too late.  you have your suitcase in one hand carrying nothing but love, the kind that melts fast, and you're hopeful.

cover girl

she is tired of excuses. correction: she is tired of being an excuse. anyway, it's not like her life is a breeze. she can never claim a bad hair day or the time of the month or the side-effects of left-over nightmares. she has to show up. she has to grin and bear it: the smile spilled all over her face, the appearance of always being mid-dance, or beaming with gladness, awash in sunlight and colour and all that is wholesome, as if anyone would just love living a never-ending detergent commercial. and everyone simply glosses over her – for once, she wishes they would stop and consider what it's really like to be her. to be so exposed, to have a surface for a face and to know that whatever you try to hide behind is but paper thin.

chocolate girl

of course i'm messy. but you still love me, don't you? maybe it's my own insecurities - i mean, sometimes i get this feeling that i'm too much, but at the same time, that i can never be enough... it's just that i feel like you're pushing me away, like there's this obligatory distance you seem compelled to impose between us. i know, i know, boundaries and all that. i don't want to be clingy - i'm stuck on you, that's all. come on, i'm trying to be sweet here! don't you want me? yes, i have my dark side and yes, there are moments when i'm a bit intense. but am i really so bad? don't i make you happy?

the one who thinks herself a bird

fell in love with the sky.

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lives for the inbetween seasons.

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majored in metaphysics.

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will not (ever) use Twitter.

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only pecks at her food.

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is all for liberation movements and ardently supports V-day

(though she skirts around certain issues).

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is often admired for her sense of perspective and unique points of view.

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never has storage problems.

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has yet to experience that sensation of falling in her sleep.

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sings herself awake.