There she is again, the girl from the bus stop.
But today she's not at the bus stop, I was starting to believe she lived there. Today she's taking a walk, well at least she seems to be.
She has her colourful bag too, I wonder why she likes it so much. Maybe it helps her believe she is happy, that she sees more than just black and white. Maybe it helps her make people think she is sane. But she certainly is not sane, I would know.
She looking down again, only looking up when she hears a car that's nearby.
She doesn't look into the peoples eyes, no, she could be staring at your face without even seeing you.
It's always been like this since she was little, but it seems to be getting better.
She's just walking, while she's deep in her thoughts, as always, one day they will swallow her whole.
She's not conscious of the world anymore, she learned not to be the hard way. She's always in her grey bubble, deep in her thoughts, numb.
Smiling? She smiles all the time but it's never genuine, but she's used to it now.
