And there are people who are a summer breeze kissing your skin, the satisfying fluidity of tea sliding down your throat, the silky leaves of lamb’s ear, and the wisps of dandelion floating away on the wind.
She was never crazy. She didn't let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild, and sometimes we need people like her. For it's the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours, and she was always willing to burn for everything she ever loved.