Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing, or, more often, nothing at all.
“Quand la lumière décline, quand la ville se blottit
Sous une couette épaisse, c'est son moment choisi
Pour hanter les profils, visiter les espaces,
Sa couleur c'est la nuit, quelle meilleure carapace ?”