She could be any girl. An ordinary teen with an ordinary life.
Or not.
She could be a genius, a brilliant master of the arts. Or, a lonely brokenhearted poet. Or…even a struggling musician.
Her soul could harbor a plethera of secrets…or simply a tragic past.
Sorrowful eyes let you see far deeper into her soul than she wishes you to.
Either way, her heart is filled with the song of words, written, spoken, danced into being.
That girl is me.
