She needs an ego stroke. Every once in a a while. A touch of words to the insides of her mind, to light a candle that will burn for a few minutes - to make a day worthy, to make her existence beautiful -
Because nothing else seems to work. She needs attention. Give her something. Warm people, almanacs, the bravest bulbs to catch her eyes and engage in dialogues no one will remember the next day.
She needs to be around warm people because often times she is not. Not the sweetest kind. One wrong word will send her spiraling down even further so tread carefully, and use inspiring adjectives.
One wrong word and she'll end up in the sewers, where it's fitting for her current mentality, yet everything her outward appearance is not.
She will not deal with negatives, the bitter kings and queens because she is one. A contrast of palettes is crucial.
Because nothing else seems to work. She needs attention. Give her something. Warm people, almanacs, the bravest bulbs to catch her eyes and engage in dialogues no one will remember the next day.
She needs to be around warm people because often times she is not. Not the sweetest kind. One wrong word will send her spiraling down even further so tread carefully, and use inspiring adjectives.
One wrong word and she'll end up in the sewers, where it's fitting for her current mentality, yet everything her outward appearance is not.
She will not deal with negatives, the bitter kings and queens because she is one. A contrast of palettes is crucial.