Far Far

“Far far, there's this little girl, she was praying for something to happen to her. Every day she writes words and more words just to spit out the thoughts that keep floating inside. And she's strong when the dreams come cause’ they take her, cover her, they are all over the reality looks far now, but don't go. How can you stay outside? There's a beautiful mess inside. How can you stay outside? There's a beautiful mess inside.”

She's silent and innocent. Naive to the world, only a smiling face to what surrounds her.

Nothing spits drama or stress in her face. If it did, she's resilient, the hushed yet strong type. There's no chaos or unwritten, pending relationships needing attention. No war among men, no attacks of the faithless, only encouragement and life.

She blocks out anger and hatred because, to be honest, she doesn't allow it to exist in her world. Jealousy only forms in striving to be a better lover...to be calm, collected...wise and selfless.

Her composure forms a shield against all doubt and fear. She has no effort that doesn't lead only to her learning and growing...because she's only accepting, a lover to all. Her gracious spirit is wrapped up in the heart and soul provided to those around her. Mature beyond her years because she understands the world only through simplicity. It exists, only in the balloon she holds. Breakable, yes, but strong because she maintains the good, her hand holding on to what's left of patience, compassion, love. It's held intertwined in her hands. And her ultimate goal? Don't let this float away from her innocence. Don't let the good go.

Far away does this little girl appear to stand. She won't question your reasoning. She'll love with her entire heart because it's all she knows. No judgment, no unwillingness to jump for you. She's only there to hold your hand and reassure your ability in this world. She knows you're capable of anything, longing for that desire to breathe hopes of glory.

Her little wings of confidence, angel-like, barely keep her from floating away. She's too pure in form for this environment. Yet, she exists to help us, to view the world from her eyes and senses...to feel again.

She'll share her balloon with you if you can allow it. She requires our presence for survival just as much as we need hers. Our own self-pity, selfish and broken lives balance the serenity and wholeness of hers. She'll consume you sure enough the moment you step aside and let her carry you away. She's grateful for it though.

A rush of calm and peace envelops us simply from her presence alone. It's sane. It's real. It's true and meaningful. She's not broken but a healer. She'll lift what's left of our fragility in hopes of never seeing us fall again. Young and innocent, she knows of nothing else, no other purpose. If you're happy, she's happy. She smiles. Smiles at the colorful balloon.

This little girl isn't as far away as we imagine. But, she won't come running after us. She'll patiently wait. Wait until we're ready. Wait until we seek the inner child in ourselves. Wait to reacquaint what was lost. Innocence. Strength. She's there, waiting. It only depends on us as to how far she stands and how we'll allow her to save us. To create happiness again.