i tend to daydream a lot
always looking for the farthest star.
a dark billowing coat, the smell of orange blossoms on a summers night, lace trimming on a nightgown, shuttered windows, a rotting wooden bench concealed beneath a willow tree, a hidden staircase lit by candlelight
“Frightened and yet glad and full of dreams.”— Sara Teasdale, from Helen of Troy & Other Poems; “Erinna,” wr. c. 1925
“Have the courage to transform yourself, my darling, to what you desire.”— Clarice Lispector, from a letter to Tania Kaufmann written c. July 1943
