She had been gifted with the gift of the spoken and written word.
Her mind could create parallel universes that one could barely even dream of. She had the way of bringing back to life those ideas.
But she felt misunderstood.
In a world of make believe, her brutal sense of truth was too much to handle for most.
So she took an informed decision to dim her light to fit in:
She would become one dimensional and act and talk the way it was expected for a woman to do so.
She would get dolled up, pretend to be ignorant in order to attract some moth to her flame.
Plenty showed up. Myriads.
But her flame was growing weaker as time clicked by.
She always considered her body to be the shell that carried her soul; no more, no less.
She was confused as to why she should be revealing her own body.
It was not due to insecurities.
She was gorgeous according to some stupid standards.
But she didn’t want to be seen under that light.
Thus, she concealed her curves, she wore sunglasses and hats.
She didn’t want to be seen.
She wanted to be felt, recognized, acknowledged for what her spirit was.
A beautiful body with an ugly or empty mind was just a mere illusion that never withstood the test of time.
She was a student of minds and souls.
No matter how raggedy one’s shell might become with age, the spirit would always remain the same.
So when she looked onto someone else, she looked right in the eye, to see if those eyes had a beautiful or interesting story to tell.
She was in search of that other soul that would match hers and would wake her spirit from that deep slumber that it had been succumbed after trying to fit into the social conventions:
A stimulus that would feel like the defibrillator that revives a dying heart.
Someone who would be willing and capable to operate her inner self.
It certainly was not a matter of driving a go-kart. She had tried go-kart drivers beforehand and her soul nearly died out of boredom.
So she set an intention to find the astronaut that would know how to operate it all smoothly and bring it to a soft landing.
Unbeknownst to most, she would’ve never sold her shorter than that.
And so, she patiently awaited. For she knew that timing was never wrong.
