Perception

She danced. People stared. They gawked.

To the people it was like this.

Elbows. Red hair. Wild. Weird. ????. Awkward. Pretend its not happening. Hurrying away. Things to do. Oooo,youtube so everybody else hates her. Laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing all around filling every corner and every mind.

To her It was this.

Rhythm. Music inside of you, moving you. Blue with bursts of lemony yellow and sweet pink. Purple explosions of new spring green and fleshy pink. Biting into a freshly picked mango. Swirls of the sea dancing in the air, mixing with the sky and clouds. Fish swimming all around, exoctic and fresh.

Everyday she would listen to the greys of teachers talking. Occasional sparks of blue. But mainly grey floating all around. A suffocating grey. Cold and uninviting like cement.

And then, a sharp orange would pierce the air and students would squish out of narrow doorways. And she would walk. Ignoring the dull red from the pain of carrying books until this corner that was so pale blue. She would shed her burdens and turn on the music that was so many colors and dance. And here, she was free from everything. Free. Which was a burst of everything so sweet.

Ignoring people and their laughter. Ignoring their pain that was written in their eyes. Ignoring the hurt that came from seeing them caged. Unable to realize that the world around them was a cage. Unable to break free and feel the wind as they flew away, higher and higher and higher.

But all the people saw was Elbows. Red hair. Wild. Weird. ????. Awkward. And all they felt was laughter bubbling up inside them cause to them it was so absurd. Laughter that was twisted because of their cages.

And that’s how she got a million hits.