"all i taught her was everything"

All I taught her was everything. She dreams in colors I gave to her.

I wanted to live with a cinnamon girl. A girl that only goes outside for coffee and long runs. Tucked away in her creative chamber with Rodriquez and Van Morrison on repeat, mixing colors and reading non-fiction. Planning art she'll probably make as soon as tomorrow - dreamers like her can never wait. 

She doesn't really know what she's doing or where she's going - all she knows is she wants to bring everyone she loves with her. 

You think you have some premonition about her ways, but you won't know what she's all about till it's over. 

x x