aloof.

Aloof, not showing emotion. Elsa’s demeanor was off-putting to some, but attractive to the right ones. Skipping over the space between two large rocks, in step with her general appreciation of the beauty of the world around her, she began to wonder. She began to think. Why must I always be so negative. Why must I always be overthinking everything. Why is my hobby to ruminate? Such is the strife of a girl, who’s only desire is to spread her love and show the beauty of the world to the beholder. Such a deed, it is almost not possible. Because to be aware of beauty in a rotting tree branch that is just as is, and the beauty of the fleeting…