being diverse isn't hard.

The consistent sound of gravel being stepped on was a familiar sound to one girl. 
And only one girl. she was the girl who walked.
Her footsteps left an invisible trail behind.
She was isolated compared to everyone else. 
She was different. 


silently as people passed her, they would beg to know her. 
to open her heart,to crawl inside of it, to feel it. 
she was eccentric. but yet in a non-eccentric way. 
she was the one who didn't care about other people and their thoughts. and that was unpredictable but in a predicable way.
She was a secret.

she may have had no friends. 
she didn't wear any make up. 
she didn't seek for attendtion.
she didn't need a boyfriend.
she didn't need other people to fill her up.
or color her in.


what made her SO different was her confidence.
her knew she was loved. 
She may have not been loved by others around her.
but she knew she was loved by GOD.
she didn't fear Him.
         she loved Him.
 

 the markings of a colorless girl..
Sarah Janelle.