A teller of tales, heart spilled onto papers, 
sometimes to the ears of strangers. 

An introverted girl, once a full-time traveler.  
On the corner of old cities, 
she lingers, 
with her iced soy latte, 
scribbled notes, 
and a pen that feels like an old friend. 

An evening self-hugger. 
Find herself whispers,
There's no reason to be afraid. 

A lousy lover, 
Gets lost in loving others.