There she is, pathetic. An absolute waste of space, it was as if it could’ve been used for something better, something grander. But instead, we got this, a big grey blob. Its extended trunk elongates out of its puny face without fail. It’s dull eyes engraved into its insipid skin. What’s the point? What’s the purpose? Why not have something more interesting? Something euphoric. Something monumental.
But…
Something inside the elephant, it was exactly that. The elephant had an uplifting soul to it, like a butterfly erupting out of its cocoon through its rite of passage. It was amazing how different it was, how awe-inspiring, how gob-smacking it felt. It was more entitled to have existence, unlike the outside. But that’s the thing, does it truly matter? She may be horrid outside, but if the inside of it is really this astounding, perplexing, complex and intricate.
Then, nothing really matters.
It is perfect how it is now and forever…
