Her

And for once I couldn’t decide if I wanted to be her ;with the placid brave heart and presuming stability or be on her and battle her streaks of hair to reach her gazed up eyes. To be able to know how her mind fluctuates with healing essences of varied thoughts and how she holds her silver words in her pursed lips. I would love to know how she is when she’s alone and how she would be when she sleeps, and I wonder if she tells me all or is there still a cave in her heart untrodden. I want to visit that, I want to visit her …..everyday.