The Homeless Star
Her Jeans are torn; not like everyone's wearing them these days ; her distress isn't meant to depict a fashion statement, but they're Dior though and that has to count for something; right?
The weight has finally fallen off even though she's hungry and her daily devotional visits to the gym aren't for fitness; When no one is watching, she's exceedingly brilliant, and so of course they stare; unbeknownst to them, her spirit encompasses that of a true rebel; and she gets it; but the majority are clueless and rely on societal standards for an explanation of why she smiles and claims to be the invisible girl, Merciless unto the UNIVERSE for all things; she awakens near the ocean then gives praise to the Sun, elated to finally be able to see the light; she' heard tales from the wise of the end; and how it's really the beginning, the cost of a fresh start is obviously adversity,and humiliation ; thus survival of rock bottom; she gets it, the hell for her of this existence ; merely a yellow brick road, she revs her engine in seeming that she traded her red shiny heels for something much shinier and even more enduring, Never the crowd pleaser yet aware that they're watching; All is clear now, the Sun, the light, the end, the beginning, Clarity, En route, a blind man selling flowers like those of which the elders warned against could sense her calm and began to cry, and in that second, their eyes divert to cater their concern towards the blind mans discomfort, Clarity. She knows they'll try to keep her from it if they're watching, and so his discomfort becomes her window of opportunity, done with thinking and procrastinating and being deprived, a lover of knowledge but no longer a rebel, she blows her brains out and the blind man immediately gains eyesight, He knows its too late and so he races to save the memory of the success of her existence, once he reaches a field abundant with Black roses and he knows she's no longer homeless, her design too intricate for this realm, gone without a trace, leaving behind nothing intentionally but an overlooked sign that she'd constructed using rose pedals and glitter glue; and just as he attempts to read the sign, he again endures blindness, he doesn't get it; they will help him, clarity will never knock on his door, he doesn't question this,
When she was here
She spoke well and drove a red Camaro; and though she left enlightened, she left behind her sign, The perpetually blind will continue to exist in ignorance and once every blue moon a star will fall from the sky and will fail at every attempt to overcome the fate of an average existence, unaware that stars have the power to grant wishes, she only held the sign as a reminder of the misconception of power; it reads
"ALL THAT GLITTERS AIN'T GOLD"