She was a little bit like her, and a little bit like them, and a little bit like us. She was a little bit like the stars and a little bit like an unbelivably deep blue sea, and a little bit like a lilac sky. She was a little bit broken, and a little bit overjoyed. She was a little bit lost, a little bit loud, a little bit messy, a little bit shy, a little bit like the sunset. But she was like the moon: one side of her was always hidden. 
     She hid herself behind the black words and the gentle smiles and the dirty hands. She searched for herself among the isles of a forever forgotten library. She found herself in her dreams, and remembered her name only when it was absolutely unnecessary. She lost herself somewhere between a cup of tea and a sea of illusions. She was trapped inside the mirror: I was trapped inside her body.