A Girl with No Name

Part 2

She had heard of movies and shows. They never truly cried. From what she had been told when someone cries, it's not pretty. Their eyes swell and turn red. They are unable to speak, unable to breath, nothing. The world around becomes a blur of color that melts to grey. There is a weight in their chest and locks in their throats. The pain in the back of the mind comes forward by the slightest reminder. A small token of sorrow and misery. Of course, we can't forget the tears. Small crystal beads that trail down the cheeks to the neck, and the chest.

She could not see people, shadows, or colour. The spring was all about the sounds, the tastes and the rising air temperature for her, With undying awareness of the frigidity of winter rain, she knew before her keen-sighted friends when the winter season was in transition. She felt the breeze kiss her more warmly and let her hands explore the overhanging branches of neighborhood trees to find flowers, only little buds; that would soon crack open to release the soft papery leaves within.The myriad of verdant hues from the grass to the leaves above were lost to her, but their gentle fragrance never was. She would take a new lush blade or leaf and rub it between her fingers, releasing its perfume. She knew the flowers of her neighbourhood by their scents, either that which they released to the damp air or by crushing a petal to release the aromatic sap. She knew the call of each bird species and marked the progress of the season with their song.

In the blackness, anything seemed possible. No sight gives free reign to the imagination in a way that daylight renders impossible. You'll be driven by fear, your primal brain taking control. Every noise is going to be the same as a gunshot in the night, and your mind will leap at every paranormal explanation. 

She wasn't near being rooted in reality. She lived in her own little world, a world forever emancipated, never entombed. Heartbreaking, inspiring, something so tender. A place where life is full, and death afar. No worries other than her own, no rules other than the ones she governed, no pain other than the grief she placed upon her own shoulders. Wonders beyond your comprehension, fears waiting to be faced, kingdoms waiting to be conquered, lands waiting to be protected, skies waiting to be admired, be seen, wilderness waiting to be explored. Pleasure in danger, pain in stillness. A hidden world never to be silenced.

In these worlds, she lived in, in these, dreams she could see; see the colors of a thousand saris swirling in her mind, like water going down a celestial plug hole. As they billowed and spun in the unseen breeze they left colors behind, until all that was left was a world like a beautifully painted page in a children's book. She would take off her muddy sneakers and step in. Each color she touched sang with it's own sweet sound. She held out her arms wide and spun like a child's spinning top so that the music encased her like a soft fleece blanket. As her consciousness ebbed, her mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream.