In her glass cabin she’s way too exposed always walking around shirtless in the darkness. If ever there was a perfect moment with her it’s after a couple of drinks when she starts to laugh and reveal her truths that she will most definitely deny. The girl that sits under stars preciously guards her feelings. It’s way easier for sure to pretend we don’t exist out-side her glass cabin where stands on her balcony throwing the biggest stones ever. She’s not just lobbing little objects careful because she has perfect aim always using a high powered slingshot where she might just knock you out. Love cannot escape from her lips once a year to a single person. This complicated utopian girl she’s adopted this certain way even as her bar is set way overhead she’s affordable in other ways, see through in her glass cabin she’s the only person I know who has a driving service taking her from place to place. It’s not always easy, she’s not always pretty, but she is the girl I choose to love.