She sits and stares at the mouths moving, not responding but observing. Not knowing what to say, she giggles her nerves away. Easily coined as the girl who laughs at anything. She keeps things to herself, afraid of what others may say of her, she preserves a capsule of emotions she keeps buried underground.
Once upon a time she was a little princess sitting on the highest mountain, filled with abundant marterial goods. But once her bubble filled world popped, she tumbled down from utopia where she lands at the pit. She wonders when she will be able to relapse the time that fun and innocence was everyday. Will a petal-less flower sitting on the mountain ever become that once radiant, plentiful petal flower that it could be?
They say water your plants and it will grow momentarilly. Plants naturally rely on two sources, sun and water. But what do humans rely on? It's either self reliant, or depending on others.
This rare flower that has wilted to the ground on the pile of petals that had fallen throughout the years will just have to wait til the time is right until the spiritual wind blows it to the peak of the mountain which it once stood gleaming proud.
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