Picture her a feline in black coat aimlessly wandering
in search for food and a casual fuck. Known for her selfishness and detachment.
Probably easier to cling to places than to people, believing and feeling that
the energy of a place has the biggest impact on her state of mind, while
people's energy is ineffective and could not do her good or harm, unless they're
close, which they never are. Cairo
Now picture her wilderness in harmony with the surroundings, the feng-shai of her natural habitat where she ―once or twice― spent time contemplating Earth's grace, climbing mountains, stargazing and talking to the moon.
Every now and then she likes to recall those moments and it's like they're brought back to life. Feeling the wind penetrating her smallest pours, and the smell of what was green and what was white. And, oh, the smell of the ocean like her vast and vague. She likes to recall the touch of sand to the bottom of her feet, the touch of sunrays to her pale dark skin, and the touch of his fingers through her hair.
Like a cat, she would rub her head against his chest then rest between his arms. Like a cat, she would one moment call out for attention, the next she'd comfort herself in a box of tranquility and isolation. And like a cat, she would declare herself the goddess of all earthly and unearthly affairs then go about her business knowing she never really belonged with anyone. Such unpredictability and curiosity will be the death of her, but she minds not.