Peace. Love. Grasshoppers.
Lurking around her head she felt a grasshopper. Green. Long legs. Minuscule to her life but ever so present. She continued to lay in the grass and stare up at the sun. This is what life is all about she thought. Being at peace. Being within peace. Being peaceful. Her phone had not vibrated all day. She was content knowing that she was not the worry on someone’s mind. She took it as her range of friends knew she was ok and did not need to interrupt her peace. Her arms lazily lay across her stomach. A ladybug gently tap danced across her face. No yellow pee. New people who met her did not really like her. They did not understand her. They thought she was odd for always wanting to see the positive in a situation. They thought she was weird because she did not allow for life to stress her out. They did not understand that she was at peace with herself and her surroundings. She did not think they were weird or odd. She even liked them a little. But she knew not everyone is equipped with a mental like hers. She laughed at their pity but felt bad because she knew they were missing out. She was used to being misunderstood, unheard, and unrecognized. Her physical beauty was undeniable. However, the small piece that holds beauty and being humble was obsolete from outsiders. But she did not care what others thought. Perception. Deception. And as the rain began to slowly come down she did not move. She laid there as a sacrifice. Rain wash over me. The sun was still shining. The devil was beating his wife. She loved the irony that the devil was married. It was a short shower. Lasted no more than five minutes. Five minutes was all she needed to recharge her soul. Five minutes was enough time to replenish the soil. A catepillar slowly climbed over her knee and a butterfly landed on her nose. The irony of the two meeting. Nature lurked to her. They found peace being within her presence.
