She once told me that the world was beautiful, graceful, and all knowing.
She said that all you had to do was pick up a flower and you would know everything you needed to know.
As the flower started to wilt away she told me that you had to hold the stem tighter and look closer, but like the world, it was still beautiful.
She smiled the next day, and laughed as she told me the world could be better, but it was still all knowing.
The flower was discolored and had the consistancy of muddy grass. She told me that the world was full of remorse, terror, and violence. I looked at her, and I must have looked confused because she told me to look at her arms. She lifted her silk sleave and I noticed thin red lines going across her arms. She smiled with a tear in her eye and told me my world was beautiful. I never saw her again.