… Melting my wings, you will soon send me down to my death. Yet I could not help but try to come closer… Though I know I shouldn’t. Maybe I am that fascinated. Maybe I am attracted. Maybe I am that drawned by your radiance, your beauty… Mr. Oblivious Sun, all fears subsiding now though I know my inevitable end.
A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.