Questions make her freeze. She speaks a different language, the language of energy, and she speaks it fluently, but translating is so hard. Her favorite thing to do is sit in the sunshine. She doesn’t need to do anything. When people are safe, she really really likes them. She is so pure. It feels like she is not made for this world. This world is so complex, loud, noisy, and she is so pure, simple, quiet.
Kindness brings her alive. She wants to be just as she is. She really really likes her friends. Little losses make her ache. She loves leaves. She doesn’t need poetry, everything is poetry. A gesture is poetry. She likes the ocean. She is so sensitive.
She’s been told what she should do all her life, it’s so hard for her to believe it’s okay to just be.