Thursday, 15 October 2015

Beautiful Mind

She had this way about her. She walked like it did not matter,
like it did not hurt. She sealed the scars up inside like vintage
wrapping paper, and when she smiled, she smiled from the
core of the world, like the happiest being on earth. She moved
with the same grace, as though she were taking the world for a
walk. Only she knew that the world would not ever really walk,
and she had to carry it atop her shoulders. And there she was,
beaming, a picture perfect of sun trails and piano keys; world
on her shoulders, not once saying "I can't" ….


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