Me, and the sun.
The sun pours directly into my soul and if the sea could fill my veins the ocean would course through me. I am a mixture of songs and sounds, of birds and burns, a mixture of all the things I want to do, and all the things I should be doing. I am honey, water, vanilla and sometimes pure salt, but I love so hard and so does my soul. I am freckles and freedom and I need a warm hug even on the warmest of days. I am never bored, always on the run and sometimes too scared, but mainly not scared enough. I both expect and accept too much, sometimes my heart hurts, but I am art and my life is a miracle. And so are you, and so is yours. Yours truly, Me, and the sun.