My Life as a Drama Queen

One more winter One more run One more time  To say goodbye Getting down with speed or calm The beauty of our lives  Where I remain all free and sound White as snow or reddish stone  Both bitter and bright folks Never a bore when I belong Every season like no other Well enough to self discover To grow a little more One more winter One more hug One more time  To say goodbye The road is not done yet What it's done, there's no regret Go ahead, the world awaits Just one more winter  One more love One more time To say goodbye

A story by me.            Little Priscilla was as bright as a star and as sweet as berry pie. She was full with bliss and joy, especially when playing came along. She could be humble and kind, but naughty some of the time. For the best day to happen, she only needed her strongest asset: a curious mind full of imagination. She used that imagination to dive into all kinds of stories full of fantasy, magic and wild adventures! There was no book on her way that would go unred.           She lived in her grandma's house, since her parents were long gone, before she could remember their faces.  But even so young, she knew they would meet again. They had probably gone on a dangerous adventure and come back someday, full of stories and presents for their little girl. Grandma let her have her thoughts, as, so to speak, they had gone on a mysterious adventure, in their own way.            ...