I think I'm finally beautiful again. But I think it's only because I was the whole time and just couldn't see it. Looking back at me - at her, it's something else. I don't know who she is but she's standing right next to me, reading her words aloud and making my heart jump. All I can think of is how beautiful she sounds and how vivid her world is. I hope mine is too. I don't miss her but I'd like to hold her in my arms, just for a little while, maybe tell her a couple stories. They'll blow her mind you know? Even with an imagination like hers this is wild. She didn't even think I would make it this far yet look at me now. I breathe art and live in shadows cast by the sun not because I am afraid but because I am free. The shadows were always my home and the sun always too bright. She didn't know it yet but this is it, this is her. I think she's a marvel.
