oneironaut.
she gazes at the clouds and loses herself in phantasmagorial tances
she scribbles ideas inspired by Bacovia's poems on the edge of poetry books
she listens to music and sees lives, and stories, and colours and people waiting to be put on paper
writes, draws and uses sarcasm.
she doesn't sleep at night because her ideas won't give her mind peace
she talks about herself in third person here because she felt like it...