What Ruby SeesShe stands at the edge, in one of those places where there is nothing to keep you from stepping off into the dark and endless nothing beyond.What Ruby Sees
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Her hair is a dark, deep chocolate brown, once curly but now painfully straight. It is incredibly long, and gathered into a heavy thick braid that trails down her back. Just past the nape of her neck, the chocolate brown that once sported rainbows now blends perfectly into a bright, fresh blood red. The braid ends, barely an inch wide, well past her feet.
She wears black – and silver. The bodice is plain solid black, leaving her shoulders mostly bare. Long, tight sleeves end in perfect points over her tiny hands. The dress blossoms into a smooth, flowing satin skirt with tiny black lace overlay, silver metal shining underneath it across her hips, and down the sides as if molten silver had been applied while it was worn.
The shoes are matching black and silver, pointed just as sharply as her sleeves, studded with tiny silver drops.
There are these people...There are these people.There are these people...
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It’s a huge group of people. A small conference of them. They’re pretty hard to describe because they’re all so different. I don’t even know all of them, and I may never.
Some of them are horrible to me, but the ones I actually know are indescribable. They’re so varied that sometimes I wondered how in the world they all managed to not only get along, but to live together in one place in relative peace and harmony.
Some of them are smart, some are young. Some are short, one of them is scarily tall. Some are old, some are male, some are female, and at least one of them switches between the two. They’re colorful in their reds, greens, blues, blacks, and whites. Their words are precious to me now, because it’s rare that I manage to hear them.
They are my friends, some of them - the ones who are nice, the ones I know. Even the ones who are mean can become a friend, if they can ever pass beyond the cruelties of their words. I&
Whatever I did wrong...Feb. 20th, 2014Whatever I did wrong...
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Once upon a time there were these people.
Some of them were strong, some were smart. Some of them were pretty or handsome, some were wild. Some of them were timid, some of them were loud. Some of them were lonely, and some of them were proud.
They were all my friends. We learned so much together - about ourselves, about the world, about life. We fought pain, and terror, fear and loneliness. We found love, and joy, hope and laughter.
Each of them was a different person. Some were good, some were bad. I accepted the good, fought the bad - and learned that I was wrong, and the bad weren’t always bad. So I learned, too, to accept the bad.
They took my grey scale existence and painted it with rainbows. They gave me hope for a better day. They gave me faith in myself, because they had faith in me. They forgave me the things I couldn’t and wouldn’t forgive myself, and through them I learned to forgive myself. They accepted me for who and what I was, and not w