soul

A cup always being sipped on

A mystery novel on its first page

Unsure of being tired, thinking about mystery, and preparing for the worst with no intent of remembering how to begin. Wanting to jump over the moon and dig your feet in the sand. The classiest dress on the most casual woman.

I wished for you, while looking into the low sky with many staring stars, becoming brighter.

I wished that you and I would always be happy. (including everything I couldn’t think of)

The wish I wished: “I wish that we will be okay.”

Simple and fitting. Unlike the purple dress.

A soul so hardly seen fully.

Soul of a constant, wealthy love. Unable to see her own affection.