Extended Spectrum

The chronic bursting resounding fragments of a contrived laughter had some characteristics of genuineness, a subtle characteristic. She meant it and it did after all represent her. It did symbolize her at least for the part of her she carried to the interfaces between her, the almost her and the non-her. Albeit the non-her had always been 'her' as well; it was a mere denial.

As for the events that surrounded her at that time varied in quality, intensity and colors. She was reminded of a prism. She recalled the question proposed to her earlier about the happiest moment of her life. It was impossible to DNA-probe one. Even if existed such a day it was so deep down into the jungle, covered in mold, smelled of fertile land that she would miss it even if stood right before it.

She was sure and firm with an urge to become right, and not emancipate, just be understood. When she saw the hyper pigmented, spotty arms of the lady who answered the white gate, she quickly presented the piece of paper before a gesture of an intended handshake. Something died somewhere. The war began and she lamented the repulsion. It wasn't repulsion, it was caution. Albeit a caution that could have been compromised for a pose that could have been more courteous, more kind may be.

The increasing number of  turn offs were her concern. The most pressing ones ended up being those that she herself emitted. Feeling sorry was one: Feeling excessively sorry for an action she had carried out after filtering her thoughts. She was told to rely upon her ability to filter, filter thoughts that is. She felt one of a kind for she was so drastically flaring and others motionless, so passive, so forcefully composed, cautious, very offensively cautious as they rather not be, if be that. One an aspiring 'right' so in your face, the second the known 'right' so hidden away. Both being non-rights.

There was always a pair of antithetical options available and her desire to choose the best. The right. From how the world seemed to ripen in front of her the 'rights' were mostly the 'quiets'. Cowardly quiets more often than not. In her opinion right was no coward. Right was an action that made a statement of strong and impenetrable nature with caution. She got the first part half right for right was only a statement as yet not an action, she needed to gain control over the last bit that emphasised upon discretion. What kind of discretion? The discretion to not unnecessarily harm the feelings of a being. The discretion that discriminated between harsh and right. The discretion that made right right and not quiet.