[𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚖. 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎]
She was the ocean; beautiful, but yet, impulsively damaged. She had a sandy heart to correspond her sandy eyes, the moon dismantled that omitted pride she carried at a dead weight; shoveling and reshaping it, so people would see a sandcastle statue assembled in strength. But her washed-up soul and unannounced insecurities were aware of its genuine purpose, this beach alongside her pupils; quicksand, she’ll sink so slowly in. Waves in her hair like ripples on her cheeks, skipping stones land at her defeat, she left notes in bottles for you, sank multiple ships for you, because she hasn't the heart to say she’s desiccating with the arrival of the stars; retracting scars are not too far from gasps for air, foaming words of crisis by writing in the sand, signaling a light as the last one in her died. You wouldn't understand, the calm before the storm, as valve after valve puncture her. So intoxicating as it drains her, and from within, she’s drying out. Sunburns stain her, a smile restrains her, in an inescapable drought. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘹 ⠀
twenty-five. an introverted woman with a mindful thought process. a wary people person with an impeccable listening skill. a monochromatic photographer with an eye for minute details. a writer on the side, an immense lover of musicals. old music and to kill a mockingbird are her favourite things. best friend, sister, and acquaintance. she has a kind heart, adored by many. her demeanor does not match her personality. a peaceful aura. doesn’t have an ear for drama, will not partake in any bullying. lover not a fighter. friend not foe.