She peered down at the beings below her
milling about
running back and forth.
Specks that were barely visible from such a distance,
each on a mission of its own.
She shined a spotlight on their movements.
Tried to track just one
but lost it just as quickly as it had been found.
And she wondered
What could that be like?
Interacting with other entities,
Having places to go, things to do?
How does it feel
To hold a conversation?
To feel a connection with another -- person?
She supposed that was what they were called.
And she pinpointed one that stood out.
It was different from the rest,
its hue a bit... pinker.
Yes, that one was pink. Pink in the way it moved,
energized with intention.
Carrying a burden, looking desperately for a meaning.
Driven with the force of a raging fire,
but cool as a trickling stream.
Collected, but with a purpose.
Pink radiated from its heart,
Spreading to the other specks
like rays of sunlight,
shining on the surrounding faces
and was absorbed into their skin.
Slowly, more and more tiny specks warmed,
pink seeping into their souls
as the flush of color spread even further.
It spread beyond the pinkest speck
and diffused over the expanse of the land.
And she wanted to become a part of this beauty,
this art.
She wished and pleaded to be one with those thousands of miles away.
And she felt a spark begin to grow within her,
a burning passion in the depth of her being.
And she found within herself a rosy hue,
a shade of pink within her
and she felt
connected
at last.
