The Sea

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As the day proceeds to end, the girl needs to back step. She needs to say "see you later" to her newly found friends and go back to the comforts of her bed. As the girl walks back to her room, she watches as the sun is replaced by the moon. When she is back in her safe enclosure, she gazes out her window and looks in fascination at the thousands of stars that is scattered in the sky lighting up the world with its dimly bright light. Night has always been her time. It is never the day that made her smile. The sun simply means that time is up for her. It simply indicates that when the moon and the stars are no more, it is time for her to put on her mask – a cold and bitchy exterior that no one dares to approach.

However inside that shell is just a vulnerable girl who tries to protect herself from getting hurt. In all means necessary, if she can, she doesn't want to feel any pain. She's just afraid, and the night gives her aid.

Truth be told, the girl has a fear of the dark. This fear intensifies her fear of being left out. With the sun up, she becomes an outcast. She's surrounded by hundreds of groups of fish but not one has accepted her as she is. There's a diversity that she does not fit. This is not her fault, and neither is it theirs, though it does not hurt her any less.

No one approaches, nobody does. They would exchangeglances, but that's that. The sea is so vast but not one species is where shebelongs. Maybe, or maybe not, maybe there is, but it's not here, she's sure. Ifit is, where is the place that can be her solace? Where is the place where thefish won't steer away, where they will exchange greetings, "good mornings" and"see you soon"? Where is the place where she will feel like she belongs? Ormaybe it's not a matter of where? Maybe it's a matter of try. Maybe she feelsleft out because she doesn't try. Trying to make a move is different from juststanding and doing nothing. Interaction is not one-sided. Two people must talk.Two people must interact to have that connection that she longs. Maybe it's nota matter of place and species. Maybe it's a matter of making the first move.