she likes to melt into a corner with her tambourine shaking her dreams repeatedly.

''If you want to find the trail, if you want to find yourself,
You must explore your dreams alone.
You must grow at a slow pace in a dark cocoon of loneliness
so you can fly like wind, like wings, when you awaken"

there´s a girl who dances with the stars too much and gets lost in the sun too often. a girl who, wrapped in veils and playing old melodies
in company of her merry tambourine, reveals her simplicity and anxiety to be constantly happy.
it is the sole sound of that tiny but meaningful word that frightens her the most and makes her doubt if happiness is a luxury that just a few are lucky enough to enjoy. she knows the idea of being wrong or having her heart broken is what truly terrifies her. she usually wants impossible and irresistible things, the kind of things that would become a passion in her life and she wonders if she´ll be able to handle that kind of ectasy.
even when she knows where she is standing right now, she sometimes feels far away from this world.
she is always desperate to make her dreams come true. she wishes they could become real just by batting her eyelashes.
she is the kind of old soul who finds inspiration in a jingly friend and wisdom in a bottle of wine.
she is a ballerina who dances barefoot to the sound of life. she is also a bird who learns to fly wrapped in beautiful floral chiffon clothes.
sometimes she feels haunted by the ghost of the girl she used to be. memory comes rushing over her like a wave and thoughts invade her mind like wild messy hair.
she knows the past was good but she knows it´s better to be seduced by the girl she wants to become.
her dreams and hopeful tomorrows, like glitter on the floor, ready to become a reality flirt with the last chords sang by her friends and the empty bottles of wine.
and all she can think of is how much she wants to bottle happiness forever,
keep it to herself and make it her lux.