Inside of her head were art and music and life, but it was hard for the princess to get it out. So she would rock back and forth to the music playing in her head.
She saw beauty in things that others were repulsed by, so sometimes she would try to create pictures with the things so that other people could see how beautiful they were too.
Sometimes when she looked into people’s eyes, she saw sadness. She saw other emotions in their eyes that you and I might not be able to see. She was afraid to see pain in her moms eyes, so she rarely made eye contact. She didn’t want to see disappointment or fear or sadness, so she didn’t look.
She knew things that she didn’t understand, and she sometimes understood things that she barely knew.
One thing she knew was that her mommy and daddy loved her. She didn’t really know what that meant except that she needed them. So she clung to them in her own way. She walked away from them to be sure they followed. She screamed to be sure they heard her. She loved them too, but her mind soaked it back in before she could say it.
She was beautiful. Art inside, numbers inside, love inside and the days she would show a glimpse of what was inside would astound whoever saw it. She was special. A lovely butterfly trapped in a child’s body. She teaches others as they care for her.
At night, when she finally falls asleep, her mind opens and she plays with her art, with her ideas, it is beautiful, peaceful. If only you could see her dreams…