To Frost, To Feel

Somewhere out there, there will always be that kind of girl who will love hazelnut coffee and the sight of flour. She will wake up staring at galaxies, whispering poetry before getting up to attend to her needs. She will use her owl bag and go outside, hunt for her coffee and more flour for baking. Her pale blond hair will be held back in a ponytail. Her neck hidden by her first ever scarf from her secret scarf collection. Her knees will have bruises, because she will have to stumble forward and trip downward a couple of times before walking straight. She will be afraid of the dark and of her dreams, but some of her dreams will show her the bright future she can and will meet. She will remember her dead mother's lullaby every night and will sing it to herself if she will ever need it to recover from her nightmares. She will grow tired and weary, but her love for baking will not. She will bake while listening to Love Shack or Fireflies. She will dance, twirl in her apron, and maybe sigh because she will appear so much messier than she thought she would be. But she will laugh it off, just because she will be like that. She will eat the outcome and drink her coffee, adjusting her blue scarf around her neck, planning to offer some of her cupcakes to the kind librarian. She will love the smell of books, live for it even. She will write, and write on everything she will. She will dance on her own, then later she will type about her favorite pieces of literature on the net. She will throw a few smiles at a few strangers. She will use her frosting to see her dreams, let them visit the outside world before they come tumbling back down inside her. She will wish for content, for the loneliness to stop. She will stop in front of a church and pray if she will remember how to. She will have earphones in her ears sometimes, thinking of parallel universes. She will hug the librarian and send her more cupcakes because she will be nicer. She will smile more maybe. She will travel the world, but not all of it. She will trace her fingers across maps, pack a few stuff, and head for light and dark. She will sip her coffee elsewhere, sketch her designs elsewhere, dream elsewhere. All those will happen until she will become even more exhausted. But this time someone will catch her, prevent her from falling too far. She will be protected, circled in warm arms, the arms of a stranger. She will see the stranger around until he will not be one anymore. She will have conflicts, but different are these. She will have dramatic episodes, but she will gain from them. She will gain the kind of maturity she didn't have before. She will have her eyes opened before her. She will see the stars above, kiss them before they flutter around her, and finally land her in a place where she and her lover will meet and never be lonely ever again.