She

"I feel as though I have become a different person. Someone who's soaked in a tepid pool of nothingness."

In a losing effort to conquer human tendencies against gravity, she leaned against a steady wall and held on for dear life, hoping against all hopes that things; although similar as it may seem, would unravel differently.

Alas! She discovered that in order for things to be different; she has to be different. And so she went on a gallant quest of teaching herself what she slighted to learn in the past- taciturnity.

Just a few leaves of herstory before, the only words produced by those tangible lips were, "I want. I am wanting, all of it, all of you, nothing more and nothing less." But now, all of those potent and aroused convictions and feelings are deflated by sedation and sobriety. Who would've ever thought it could be contained?

So much of her has changed in meager infinity. She was never between cracks and crevices; she was, in fact, above them. She was the A and the Z, the 0' and the 100' Celsius, the deliriously happy and the utterly depressed. She was all that and more.

She was infatuation, ambition, appetite, propensity, fascination, truly a sui generis of her species. A bold crux of genetics colliding with romantic idealism of religion and love. She was, and will always be, a paradox, if only in fading memory.

I will remember her. You will too. Someone who enjoyed walking in thin air, someone who liked wearing her heart on her sleeves and someone who took pride from clasping audacious words on her palms free for everybody's scrutiny.

To you... An anomaly of your time. A beautiful anomaly which is now passe.

©Grace Ramos