and there she sits again.

Ears are almost ringing because of the music that has been adamantly blasting through her headphones for the past hour or so. This time, she tried to make her appearance more inviting. The back pack is placed strategically  under the table so the accompanying chair becomes an invitation for whoever would love to indulge into small talk. Today is different. The hair was been styled a tad more classy. Her lips are shimmering from the lip gloss that she managed to find from the days when she cared about how she looked. Looking in the mirror this morning, she was able to feel a bit of satisfaction.  Satisfaction has long been a stranger for her over the past few years, so this was a mountain conquered.
        the weather is chilly. Although, she is a bit disappointed because it is early november and fall has not decided weather it wasnt to accompany her for the remaining half of the year or not. The seasons always betray her like that. Its like Mother Nature knows the girl simmers in the crisp air and burnt sunsets that fall engulfs. So she quietly kisses random days of October with the signs that Fall is here. Then, within the change from the moon to the sun, summers essence swarms through the air. The girl is grateful though because it is only an essence.
   Existing has always been enough for her. She was perfectly content with the subtle agreements between her and mother nature, or the friendships she builds with the workers of the small sandwich shop on campus. At first, she was content with spending her days ordering the same sandwich at the same time, listening to the same music (although it was anything but the ordinary of taste,) and spending her time doing other frivolous things that in the end turned out to be not so frivolous.
    Regardless, today she started inching her way towards inviting someone into this repetitive cycle. A simple seat gesture seems so minute, but to her it meant that she was about to give someone, anyone, the chance to figure her out. The girl was not in over her head.  She knew she was complicated from afar. Perspective can be such a bitch though because she knew that the very second someone learned the mystery of who she is, he would know for a fact that she is simple as a southern sunset- alive, colorful, open; while all the matter it is only existing in the very moment. No one has ever fought through her to that point though. Obviously they have never heard the cliche quote about after the storm there is a calm, or a peace, or whatever picture of serenity.
  and thats the thing that makes her the best kept secret in this college town. She can be someones calm, she can be someones peace, and she can be someones serenity, and while doing all three of those things; she can also be someones beautifully chaotic storm.