This is a story of a girl who searches for liberation through knowledge. Her answers come straight from her core of personal moral, which you’ll find daft in the western hemisphere. She can glow, she had luster! Her ideas of a kind approach are laughed at. They call this girl, ”granola girl”, she can only smile!
With a goal to better herself and break any negative customs planted by society or inheritance, she has learned self awareness. She finds a mirror in an acquaintance’s eye, she can see what they see. She is walked on and talked on with no defense prepared by choice from her slow to speak approach. She holds her tongue. Her headline: ”abolish any form of needless destruction”. She is fragile as a flower with a velvet touch.
She has a characteristic about her, where she subconsciously she adjusts to any environment no matter how unfair to her. Adjust because it’s her nature. Adjust because it’s the only thing to do. If your eyes give long enough you can then see her heart has a slow heavy beat. Just remind her to breathe!
She loves to live, loves to feel. Feelings good and bad all so amazing. Just hold her hand and you can feel her energy. But there is a downfall to this story! This lil granola girl with a deep sense for living in search of the meaning of life could be so close to reaching her nirvana if it wasn’t for her weakness.
This weakness: its like a black hole sucking her into its vortex, then crushing her all to the size of a salt grain. This simple but yet irrational compound all the way from mars, is he who beholds testosterone.
She climbs her stairs to heaven… then, a voice with a lower tone and deeper pitch calls her name and shouts, “wait”. She looks back and holds out her hand to reach for the brute. Her smile is her invitation for this brute with rebuttals to join her side.
The brute leads her down a different path. It’s the his way or highway path. She looks down. These stairs look different than before. They are cracked, chipped and fragile. This matters to her. She wants to mend these stairs and strengthen the foundation which she walks on. The brute wants her to ignore these cracks, and keep forward. Too attentive, she watches the brute and the way he walks, heavy and careless, it’s he, the cause of these cracks. The brute opens his mouth to speak, and only noise spues out! The brute carries shadows of overcasts that cloud her skies. No sun. No room to grow, just dream. The clouds darken, now no dreams, in fact no sleep, just worries to toss and turn to.
Her focus is limited to the moment and what it holds, losing sight of her point, she becomes wilted. Her only words, ” I never asked the world of anyone, just thought the world of everyone”. She is climbing the wrong stairs in the wrong hemisphere. She realizes it’s hard to persuade people to do good if it’s not in them. Why does she have to ask for kindness to be treated to her? She knows this journey of enlightenment is one she will have to embark on her own.
Her weakness, more evident then ever: companionship. Tears taste so salty. If shed enough, this would no longer make her that girl of valor, these tears would make her a bitter being. She shares a room with dishonesty. For someone who knows what they need and want, why is she on the opposite side of the spectrum?
Time alone, listening to silence gives her an understanding on what to do. What if this girl is learning how to be more vocal and expressive as requested, but once her words are spoken they are rejected? What keeps her from locking with anyone?
Focus, focus, focus… and just leave to find those solid stairs, that she was walking alone. Alone is where she glows her shine of luster!