Stargirl, I Bleed Color
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a cork board like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
You will know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.
March 4th, 2015
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