Maeve

Emotions are like an eagle, meandering in the deep, waiting to surge. If books were the Moon and writing the Sun, emotions would be the tide. The universe thrives on perspective. We are like wolves. Trapped in spirals of norms, waiting to break free. And books are our escape, writing our rescuers. We are a myriad of glowworms, shining brighter than ever when we are together. But together doesn't mean 'same'. We are all flowers blooming, but of different colours.