She is the girl that never sleeps. Paper in one hand and a pen in the other. She brings life to words as the city brings life to her. She is the girl with a spring in her step and her head in the clouds. She is the girl who’s heart is filled with human art to last for generations, and an earful of what our souls sing. She wanders the streets forever curious, and forever with an open mind. She is girl who’s always undecided. For she is light. And she is darkness. Within her holds the collision of fire and ice. Not quite one, but not quite the other. She is both and she is beautiful.
