while she may tell you there's no method to her madness, i think we know she's lying. always barefoot, little girl heart, with wild dreams. most days she tries to hide behind the messy hair, deflecting with friend-zones, lighthearted goofiness, and long-winded explanations. she's been told there's a well that lives to breathe the air of daylight, so here it is. some days she dances on tables, some days she closes the blinds. but all days, her heart beats for all the magic in this life. sometimes she doesn't make any sense... but maybe that's where the magic really is.