Soft cotton dancing in the wind, a colour so white contrasting the night. Hair tied back, eyes sharp and maybe the cotton white dress isn't supposed to look soft after all. She is part maiden part siren, a folklore told in between flickering candle lights and hushed whispers. A fairytale told through generations, of viscous creatures luring out men and killing them at sea, a tale to scare the little ones, a warning to the sailors who've ventured far away from land. She roams the ocean and rules the coves, singing sweet lullabies across seven seas. Her beauty is said to rival that of a goddess, skin glittering with scales of blue and green. She is graceful in the most dangerous way. It is believed that if she tells you her name, the sea will swallow you whole and you are forever bound. A mortal life in exchange for eternity, living alongside the undead. Of course, nobody has ever lived to tell, but those lost at sea, if lucky, will be offered her name.
Black jeans, poetry books, 5 a.m. sunrise, screaming in the rain, colourful neck ties, vintage photos, desserts, pancake for dinner, iced coffee all year long, slow Jazz and RnB, ferris wheels at sunset, hugs, that white dress of mine you loved, coke, long car rides with the windows down, red velvet cake, forehead kisses, sleeping without our shirts on, chocolate ice cream, rainbows in the rain, video games, movie dates, good morning kisses, striped shirt, painting, the moon, long walks, walking on the grass barefooted, goldfish shaped clouds, summer, red lips, long distance, sugar, babydoll, cities, ghost town, clear cloudless night sky, maple leaves, footprints along the beach, love
