This is a little something I wrote the other day in class.
I have already posted it on my Quotev with little response.
This is no prize winning writing, but I'd still like to share it with others.
This is the story of the girl at the table, the table by the window.
She always sat alone, the sun being the only light encompassing her.
She wore the same clothes everyday, sat in the same place every day, always wearing a simple mask and staring out the window.
People passed her by day by day and thought of her as they may.
To the busy, she was simply a part of the scenery that fades to the back of our minds in our daily lives.
To those of business she was a girl of routine and schedule.
The skeptical saw her and found her odd, even a tad disturbing.
The mothers saw her as a young girl, perhaps as someone's child;
one who was lost in her life.
Only a rare few saw her as a mystery.
One to be solved.
It was these individuals who sought to discover the girl behind the mask and the costume she wore around the world.
In their eyes the girl began to change.
The area around her became less clouded.
Her clothes became the expression of a thoughtful and open minded spirit.
Until eventually, the mask was lifted.
Bright shining eyes filled with ideas to share stared back at those who spoke to her.
And a simple warm smile lit the room brighter than the sun
that poured through the window illuminating the floating particles of dust in the air.
They saw her, and found her an imperfect, complicated, insightful, beautiful individual.
~Everyone is someone to the world,
but will you take the time to know who they REALLY are? ~