This world is just to ordinary for her. She prides herself in her work and pours every speck of emotion and physical pain into it but still she goes unnoticed. The way her stories always seem to revolve around a single idea, an idea of paradise is unthought of. They are able to read what she is saying but cannot bring themself to get off their rumps and listen to the messages she is actually trying so despearately to convey. Laziness is what is killing humaninty. Laziness and the utter disreguard of anything involving human emotion. Life is to short to live unhappy you say? Then make something of it. Huaminty is slowly dying, not from disease, famine, or any of the usual suspects but from something so invisible some people have the indecency to ignore, emotion. What you say hurts; sure sticks and stones can break your bones but words will surely kill you.
Shes seen too many people so harshly mutialted by those phrases that so easily slip off your tongue that it physically hurts her to be near. Yet still she endures and stays by you, still she is your support system, and still you ignore her. She loves you by the way. Did you know that; of course you didn't you couldn't see her because all you could see was a popular form of beauty. The kind that no actual woman possesses. You never noticed the way she has an original smile just for you. You failed to recall the other dimension swallowed in her vividly radiant eyes. The way her scent always sent your endorphins on high, or the way her voice stopped any amount of discomfort or sorrow in you. She was what people wait their whole lives to find; an angel.
You are only a mere mortal and although I'm telling you this now you still won't be able to see. Blindness is crippling, so is love. If by some spark of fairness in this universe you acutally inhale my words it would be an ultimate eye-opener. She is gone, swept up by the sunset and is currently drifting off in her sea of imagination. She still dreams of you and I can't say how many times I've been awoken by her crying. For now you will remain oblivious, and maybe that's the way the world works.
It can't seem to bring two forces that would easily work efficently and passionately with one another together. It would be bad for its reputation. The world gives us all unhappiness because it was also betrayed. Some long time ago before the grass was the cool green and before the wind gave a sweet kiss on the long blistering hot days, the world was given a nice hearty helping of unhappiness. Maybe because of this it cannot bring its self to allow anyone else to have anything more. Until she too is happy planet Earth will cry tears that no human being can see. I can see them.
It'll take more then what is being done to put a band-aid on this gapping hole in the Earth's heart. It'll take alot more then me to open humanity's eyes to each other. One day will come when you are forced to look. The day you too love someone so much that it stops your heart and forces the wind from your lungs; then you will be aware of the Earth's feelings. Then you won't want to satisfy anyone other then the person you love. If it meant your life, or that special someone not knowing of your existence then you will gladly do it. You'll be thrilled by the idea of their sanctuary and you'll go the ends of the universe to fufill their wishes.
She's just an extrodinary girl in an ordinary world that doesn't want to see what she can do. Truth is we're all extrodinary.