In her eyes. The world is a busy road, budging slightly, stopping, frustration and madness. She wants to get back.
She never sees the beauty in herself, she never sees the love vibrating to her. She gazes with envy at the animals and wildlife. Their brilliance outshine her.
She has no idea.
She believed for oh so long she was a small piece of unwanted junk. Nobody wanted her, an outcast. It wasn't a phase, she thought. But she grew. And she blossomed. And she -
And she soared.
Learning to realise that life isn't a walk in the park. But it didn't have to be dark as she once saw it was. She found peace, near the crashing waves, and sand between her toes.
In her eyes. Life was fine.
THE END
