There goes a girl with a pretty ocean in her eyes. The other day she kissed the sky while walking on by the moon. She raised her hands, fallen slowly these eyes that know her father never left her behind. Standing in the skies below her the city is on fire. Who knows the secrets of the human heart and where it leads.
Not everything was simply light and dark: It all started in the field behind her house. She had been sitting in the pale sunlight, idly weaving the long grass into a crown, when something high above caught her eye. Something so commonplace, yet impossible. A hawk circled, its feathers catching the sun in a way she had never seen before.