Her laughter sounded like rain.

You see she was not born as you think she was, she has another identity only one can relate to and sometimes not even that one.

She was always... different, weird they called her; strange. But she is human too, a girl who’s life is a series of changing colours and lights, soft and then bright like the changing seasons. She does not get phased by what phases other people, she hears them, sees them feels them.. and yet she struggles to understand. At all. Ever. She is not like me. Her legs touch earth but her heart roams worlds I can never see.

People talk to her. They tell her harsh things and think they can’t touch her because her eyes are elsewhere. But they do. And I see this. She is too proud, too different to admit to the simple art of human emotion; they think when she writes all she writes of is of herself but really she writes the truth. The through she knows. The truth that IS the truth.

People laugh when they see her as she is, so plain and yet so intricate like an unfinished piece of work. She is; she is in progress; that process being her life. 

But what is her life? She asks me and i know she asks herself. She does not know, she was not born part of the earth that surrounds her like a shield. She needs no shield, she needs no earth. But then she does.

She needs me. 

Her smile is like when you bite into fruit, sweet or sour the affect it leaves on you lingering like an overhanging ghost; the decent of whatever feeling it brings to you instantaneous and immediate.

She knows no one and everyone, nothing and everything. She knows sport, sport of the mind, trains day after day for her it to obey her but it never can. For it is her and she will answer to nothing, let alone herself.

Her pain is like a red river, running and endless until it meets a sea of crimson; overcoming her entirely. She knows there no escape, knows the river will change if she loves it enough to.

And so she does. She gets to fix a broken memory that could never seem to be fixed.

She is autumn and winter, spring and summer, I am a heart and soul, a tree and stone.