She tiptoes through fields of blue, dancing lazily through lilac dreams, letting the light of the moon guide her, eyes wide and full of wonder. Softly, slowly, floating like a star across the night sky, she breathes in the cool air, getting lost in her own imagination, wondering if she even wants to be found. Butterflies dance around her head, glowing in the dim twilight that falls around her. Crystals adorn her from head to toe, catching the last bit of sunlight as the moon takes its place in the sky, bringing with it the changing tides of her heart, swaying softly back and forth, never settling for too long before dancing again. Flower petals drop to the ground, falling from her hands, catching on the layers of her skirt before getting lost beneath the earth.
Hopeless romantic...she knows her heart. She loves deeply, madly, diving deep into the depths, never looking back. She sings her sorrows, turning her pain into art, a trail of musical emotions in her wake. Pounding hard, her heart knows love, it knows loss, it knows pain, joy, and hope. She has known love greater than the tallest mountain, flying high above the clouds. She has known loss deeper than the darkest oceans, drowning her in blackness. Still, she plays on, she plays on.