the one who knows the glass is half full, and half empty, 
    and chooses the empty. 
 lost in a world inside her head. One day she will write about 
    that world, once she has explored every corner herself.without thinking of the beauty, imagining the colors
    on a piece of paper, hanging on a wall.the wind in the trees is not enough to cover the sound 
    of buses beeping and car engines sputtering. and listen to the Earth’s music, while I add in my own melody, 
    strumming on ukulele strings and pressing piano keys.dance my way through galaxies, 
    and greet friends from other worlds. and while I’m not the best at seeing the bright side of things,
    with the sun shining so strongly, how can I not?