Okay, this is the first person I'm going to write about. If you're going to read this I want to let you know chapters won't always be like this, sometimes they will get sad and not so pretty. Everything I write about "1" will probably be lovely. People will have numbers, just as this person is "1". Thank you.
Bleached driftwood limbs span up to the sky like the magnificent trees that grow in California,
Black lines drawn skillfully around enchanting eyes,
Skin not reflective of the warmth inside,
Blessed as she sheds light on my darkest demons,
Experienced enough to know the good pain from the bad,
Late nights under green and purple and orange light,
Kaleidoscope personality,
Fascinated by the stars and otherworldly,
Shares her thoughts,
Unaware of how deeply I appreciate her.
