She walked on.

Like a single thread of thought… I dream of you everyday.

She was a beautiful Dreamer. A kind of girl who kept her heads in clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth. She’s a flame with an unforgettable glow. She does everything with passion stained hands. And she feels everything all at once or not at all. The world isn’t ready for havoc in her blood and the storm on her skin… But she doesn’t stop for anyone; and walked with thunder in her shoes.

And In the waves of change, she found her true direction.

She had an ethereal glow about her…

She is so beautiful who see beautiful in everything. She always loved the things that the rest of the world forgot, snails and slugs and the broken flowers. She was just herself and the world loved her for this. All her perfect imperfectness made her the most beautiful creature. And the stars blinked as they watch her carefully, jealous of her shine. She consumed me with inspiration, but she was no muse. She was the brush stroke of my every word,

It’s that heart of gold, & stardust soul that make you beautiful

And so she’s here, over the mountains and through the woods.

To the wild women being spiritual means: whispering to trees, laughing with flowers, falling in love with sunsets, consulting the water and worshipping the stars at night. One hand to her heart and one hand touching Mother Earth… She speaks with the rhythm of her heart and loves from the depth of her soul… Like a wildflower, she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew if her struggle, but eventually all, knew of her light.