All her
loses show her what she still has left. She still has her love for reading, her
wonderful secondhand books and plenty of tea. Her imagination is as vivid as it
has always been, her mind still take her to happier places, to places peaceful
and wild all at once. At times she still dreams of Oscar Wilde. Dreams so funny
she wakes up from her own laughter every time. The clouds are still there, ever
changing. And she stills herself, maybe just a little sadder and somewhat
quieter than before. But that’s alright, because her mind is loud still and her
nose wrinkles when she laugh so much like it has always done. There is so much
she can lose, but not these things. These things will always be there, and that
means she will always be fine in the end. A safe feeling isn’t Jordan?
