Minna

I am minna

My number is eight

My colour is orange

..but you can share them too

I dance. live. love

..and learn

Alphabets, life lessons and so on

I like questions. and coincidences

Things that seem like signs but probably aren’t

I smile about them anyway

I like things that are interesting

Words

The stage

Brave people who busk

Little kids

..because to them it’s all amazing

I love to look forward to anything

I like to share silence

I like high school traditions that will never grow up

Dance routines in living rooms

Songs that stay when and where you first heard them

..and always will

I believe in good manners

And cheap champagne

I like forgetting what day it is

And not caring what time it is

I try to be a better person

I’m good at making mess and leaving clutter

Sometimes I like to pretend it looks pretty and creative

(But it probably doesn’t)

I love to wish on stars

And dandelions that have turned fluffy

..wish chips too

Because I am the ridiculous hopeful thing

My friends are precious

I love them much bigger than lousy limbs can stretch to demonstrate

Katie. We’re like peas and carrots

Silly Sarah. Adventures and races

Kate. Wrongs can make rights

Laura.. Oh wise one

I dis-love only a small list

What-ifs

Self doubt

Narrow minds

Mis-understandings

I don’t like when people get the window seat

..and waste it

Or use strategies to win noughts and crosses

..every single time

I think those who make up their mind before giving things a chance

..are unfortunate

And that littering is lazy

I appreciate honesty

And see the best in anyone

Because that is what I want to see