Beyond all.

"What do you think beauty means?" I asked her. Smiling, she raised an eyebrow, "what made you ask me this,"she said, smiling,"look there." She pointed to one of my paintings on the wall."You drew the view of the street you get from your window just before dawn, why did you paint it?"  "I do not know, I liked it I guess that is why,"I said. Then she said,"you see, you painted it because you saw something in it that made you put it on the canvas. Beauty is not in something or in someone. It is in the eyes." 

She was beautiful, but nobody saw her. She saw everybody but nobody saw her, at least not truly. She loved everybody but never got the rightly deserved care and love. The spring in her tread, the quiet gleam of her eyes, the subtle softness of her stare were all so beautiful to fall for but never did she receive much praise that could be given to her. She would stand and look around her; taking in all that she wished to remember. They all said good words in front of her but in reality they despised her. Hated her, saying that she was not beautiful but pathetic, that she was not their class. Beauty was what could be seen in her, in her ways. She always said that the courage she got for work came from the all the people who loved and respected her, prayed for her. 

I always wondered how she could not know what the people really thought of her. She was simple but not blind to not know the real faces of the community. She was what you could actually call as being human because she cared for morals and emotions.

I remember one day when during the rain she slipped while rushing for her house, a neighbor saw her but did not come to help, pretending not to have noticed. They all lied to her, forgetting that she too was alive, with a beating heart.With every crossing day she became lonely for she lived alone in the house and nobody ever payed much attention to her when she talked about her philosophies. One day, a man came to speak with the important members of the community, and said that a girl who lived in their neighborhood recently passed away and that she left somethings for them. Everyone received something of her that they were jealous of. She left a statement for everyone; "Give. So that you may get a chance to accept."

They never accepted her beauty, but she accepted all they said about her. Gradually, she entered into that cloud of despair that took her away from us. Far away.