Freckled Charcoal

To the girl I remember like this. Surrounded by people and yet very lonely. Keeping to herself, often I found her day dreaming. In the cluttered chaotic world she tried to find her balance. Sometimes by fighting it and sometimes by giving in. And she then thought she might be in her zen place for she tried her best to make the world a better place. And the world approved of it, yet she lacked an important asset... Her previous smile! "That is not true!", She said. "She smiles often" said the others. But why were her eyes lacking the light of a real laugh. Like a half hearted effort, saying she was still incomplete. This was a feeling she often fought. And for that she often fought with me. But I had seen those perfect petal like lips smile. A smile like a child, almost breaking into a laugh. Where her eyes had sheer joy. And that is when she often realized that the world saw her this happy, and that is when she built a wall around her. For the last time she was herself, someone did dare to feel her. Where she felt the fingers slide down her charcoal hair instead of grabbing her. The fingers touching her soul through her skin. It was then that she admired herself after ages she had long forgotten. And then she had tried hard to not smile only for him to not see it. For she was scared he might see through her walls. And for he would make her fall in love again. A feeling long forgotten in the silence of the lonely dusk...

Small: A4: 11.69 X 8.27 inches
Medium: A3: 16.53 X 11.69 inches
Large: 2 X 3 feet : 24 X 36 inches