Just a girl writing about the world.
The Quiet Child
I am the quiet one. The one who is seen and never heard. The one who never gets to speak first and consistently gets cut off. I am the disregarded, overlooked, underestimated child. I may have been born first but I am always the last to be thought of.
Why do I hate pictures? I never used to hate them. Before all of this social media and these mobile phones. They have created a world that is insidiously invasive, painfully pervading, and utterly ubiquitous. Everyone is now living their lives through and for pictures. Everyone is showing their 'best life' which really isn't their best life at all. I never wished for a luxurious life or flawless skin, for popularity or a happy ending. All I wished for is to be able to close my eyes and fall asleep within moments, but that has been replaced with pictures of other peoples lives.
A Strong Woman
Have you ever wanted to erase your past? To just pretend that you have never loved, been hurt or forgotten about, replaced, or taken advantage of. If you erase your past, all your doing is erasing all the things that made you who you are.
Colors of the Soul
What if the color of us reflected the true face of our soul? When we are born into this world we are a blank canvas, no colors, no happiness nor sorrow, no nothing. Only blank all around. As we grow we feel the pallor colors from within start to bloom into full-blown hues. What if the rusty red revealed a soul drowning in distress, the gloomy blue perhaps, pictured the real you? What about the white hue trimmed with a golden lace that mirrored tranquility and grace stored just below the surface? Or the pastel pink that illustrates the innocence, now peppered with the bleakest black of a now sinful soul. As people would walk down the street there would be a fusion of colors, turquoise, scarlet, lavender, navy, and everything in between that comes together to make a masterpiece on the canvas of this world. As the sun rises the ones watching it whole heartedly would shift from scarlet to vermillion, to golden yellow then to baby blue, as they bask in the glow of a new day. What if life is not what we think? What if we are all living in assumptions and nothing more? Most colors that you come across will be forgettable, but every once in a while there will be someone with a color that alters everything. What if you saw someone who was the exact same color as you? You start to mimic each others colors, and before you know it you are understood without even having to say anything, as you become each others complementary colors. What if you could see that someone was feeling their deepest sorrows? Would you think twice about how you treat them, if you knew that they were not fine, even though they insist they are?