Secret Little Kingdom

I'm here to retell the tale of a girl who lived like she had no tomorrow. She was fiercely kind and frightfully real. A phoenix sparked from the ambers of impossible dreams and infinite sky's. To define her would be an insult to her existence, neglecting the knowledge that she was forever changing. This girls soul roared with the fires of hell and illuminated the world with the rays of every sunset that kissed the earth. She burned and burned and burned, leaving everyone wondering how she turned to ashes; a flame seemingly eternal smouldered to dust.
Such a wonderfully sorrowful story I've dared not to recite it in fear of being unable to have her remembered truly, my watery attempt of comprehending the intricacies of such indistinguishable spirit barely able to claw deeper then her skin.
I want her to be remembered; the way her eyes yearned to never drift away from the sky; how she was unable to part with those ruined boots of hers that miraculously never seemed to let her down as she raced through life; how entire kingdoms could pour from her mouth if you decided to spend a night with her under the eyes of the stars; how she never seemed to finish a day without paint staining her clothes or ink smearing her fingers; how that even now after so many years of me being in her presence I can't give her an explanation that will justify her down to her jumper obsession and story telling expertise.
She'd be so much better at this then me. Unfortunately dear reader all the world has now is me to remember her and I hope I'll be able to get you to remember her too.
This is the tale of my dear Paige.