“ Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights. ”
Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.
~ Melody Lee
Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.
I'm the girl that goes backwards, takes wrong turns, stumbles in the dark. I'm also the girl that finds gold where others feared to stray. Perhaps because I follow my heart instead of sage advice thrown my way. I don't want to become numb by always playing it safe. Many of our most cherished times happen when we shatter the damn box, step off the safety zone and listen to the sound of our soul.
Be with someone who willingly runs in the storm with you, not someone who cowers away because of turbulent winds.