How silly
How it must have looked from her perspective… to see the nameless arrange pieces of a puzzle that didn’t fit; these pieces reflected no complete picture in the end. How silly
that they only expected her to dance when all people were watching, or when no one was watching at all. She realized suddenly that they must be the kinds who did not understand the most beautiful horses were the ones with no name; the silent moments were the best of all. It was strange to her, that people would talk and people would smile and people would just be yet all she could see were fleeting colors, captions of the underlying omnipresent messages which stood for nothing.
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