A World Is Nothing More Than How You Percieve Yourself In It

She walked, blank-faced into the garden.
Looking as though she should be in deep thought,
but the quietness she showed came from inside,
and the blank expressions of her face resembled her mind.
She sat on the concrete bench,
uncomfortable, she crossed her legs
and let her posture slump.
With the vast beauty before her,
she'll never remember
anything but her footprints in the high
blades of grass
and the color of the worn brass
of the banister she passed
moments ago.
She listened to herself breathe,
and felt the wind build
and recede
and with nothing on her mind
she developed a love for mankind
by being alone,
and seeing the world as herself,
with no one else to blame
for the state of her day.

She'll never replay
the moment in that day
where she could finally see
the beauty of a world
built on her contributions
and there was nothing she could say.

So in that tall grass she chose to lay,
reveling in her world
- so perfect.

Jordan R Shaver. 7.01.2012