sometimes the girl wondered why she felt so disconnected at times when she was surrounded by beautiful people with milky warm voices and laughter in the sky.
in conversations she would say nothing but turn her face towards the stars, imagining that in the cool breeze she could feel their loneliness, too, despite all their glittering beauty they possessed.
things she loved were dancing alone untill she was the music, preparing meals of brown rice and vegetables and sitting on trees with them whispering her their secret stories of love spells and the eternal changing of seasons.
in conversations she would say nothing but turn her face towards the stars, imagining that in the cool breeze she could feel their loneliness, too, despite all their glittering beauty they possessed.
things she loved were dancing alone untill she was the music, preparing meals of brown rice and vegetables and sitting on trees with them whispering her their secret stories of love spells and the eternal changing of seasons.
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