is me is soul is courage I never thought I owned is the past and the future is a tear stain is wishing I'd never met you is love (but not for him) is...
She is imperfection, wrapping hair round her finger, blowing bright bubbles into the sunshine from a green sticky wand. Sand on the soles of her feet...
-The second month of the holidays -ink under my fingernails -hot (sometimes) -the month in which I'll see you again -last year/now -personal -looking...