she loves dialogue. a classic movie manuscript soul, she laces her lips with elegance. she dances with passion and exhales with a lightness that brings spring to her knees. she hates human sheep's philosophy, she's terrified to be a wolf- lately the moon has been her tattoo. listening to body language, she has been lied to on several occasions. how far would you go to regain your wings? angel thoughts. she's a meteorological phenomenon, the one where rain falls in one spot. the sad parts of her scattered all over your tears, loving them until our hearts tear. she'll keep poetry close, but always keep your lips skin distance kind of love. she does it for fun, but she also does it because nothing is new under the sun. she loves dialogue. 

THIRD PERSON, LITERATE FIGURE. SCENES ARE APPRECIATED