I. She was like the moon: some days so full she shined upon even the mountains and oceans, some days half of her was hidden away, and sometimes she was all gone.
II. Home, for her, was where city lights and stars finally met and where they connected in constellations to tell all the stories of what they shone down on below.
III. Love was once and always game of jealously and loss; she thought she could have loved selfishly but she was proved her wrong.
IV. Her mind wandered places her feet got lost.
V. Freedom didn’t feel free most days: it felt like a trap and a never ending battle of joy she didn’t have but she ran like no one had ever seen before, taking in the air into her lungs one breath at a time.