She was the square peg that never fit in the round hole. Her school chums disconnected, her neighborhood and friends invisible. Thoughts self-contained. Fun self-made.
Creativity existed in newfound words and brilliant colors, different shapes and various sizes. A collage of geometrically dispersed concepts—connected in translucent, multi-dimensional dreams.
Layers of wisdom. Slices of solitude. Tranquility and liberty within reach, but not touchable, like stars and clouds and horizons. A patchwork of life . . . geometrically dispersed.