I am different. I make friends with owls and drink tea. Judge me if you like. I walk misty paths, and live in wild forests. I stop at circuses to say hello, but never stay for more then a day. I like the nights.
s what Emma, the main character of my novel feels thinking of her lost friend: Too many fragments of my heart lie between your footprints. I will sweep them off your way until my fingers bleed. And I'm free