Part of me wants to flow like silk and wind, and be as delicate as light pink lace. I want to shimmer like an opal and be clear and pure as glass.
The other part of me wants to be secretive and black and dark. I want studs and hard-over-the-shoulder glares. I want people to see a dark purple, black cat mystery.
Either way, in some sense, I long to be untouchable and imperceptible. Abstract in a way that no one can quite pin me down long enough to figure it all out.
