A circus, a sailer, and me.

Sometimes I dream of running away and joining a travelling circus; I'll spend my days reading Hugo and Tolstoy and exploring the night with an ex-naval officer from France called Olivier. He'll watch me dance across the tightrope, perched in the back with a carnation in his lapel and stars in his eyes. We'll slink into the shadows of a crowded bar and he'll regale me with stories of piratic adventures and swashbuckling on the high seas. He'll name his sailing ship LuLu and as I leave to chase my next horizon, I'll be forever tattooed across his heart...