Day 34

my friend Louise is little and cute and i call her loulou because of it. also she is a quiet somewhat sneaky sort of artist who splashes you with her art instead of drowning you in it. i admire that about her - how she treads lightly, slinks into a room unassuming, but with a smile that changes how the light rests. loulou is one of those people i think who would never expect a poem but who sees the poetry everywhere - in everyone. "you don't need to rhyme" she tells the moon, "no iambic pentameter needed here" she assures the daisies - "just speak" she whispers "all your secrets are worth sharing".