A Lady in Solitude
She glanced to the busy street in front of her.
The usual traffic on a Friday lunch time.
Horns honking, cars snailing and trailing.
Ah, the sun's scorching hot as well.
She walked quickly to her destination.
A simple, single lady in solitude.
Her silent demeanor hides her busy mind.
And she looked up to the sky.
Taking a melancholic, deep breath.
"This is bad, ain't it?"
"Could be not good for my career life..."
This solitude is comforting and addicting.
A place where she can truly be herself.
Where daydreaming won't be questionable.
Where singing and dancing aloud in her mind feels great.
Free from judging and being judged by others.
Free from hurting and being hurt by others.
Free to go anywhere according to her own will.
No need to submit to other's want and taste.
"Really, who's fault is this?"
She flashes a faint, nostalgic smile in her mind.
Remembering that someone who she can never call "special".
Appeared for a shortwhile, yet giving deep impact.
Changing her during the times when they met.
"Wish I can said this directly to his face."
"Wonder how he'll react, lol..."
And with that, she immersed herself quietly once more.
Amidst the busking, yet calm atmosphere in the mall.
For that is the only way for her to keep her sanity.
In a demanding world that can seems so loud at times.
It is, in essence, God's gift for her.
Her inner rich, peaceful, private world.
The perfect hiding place for her weary soul and mind.
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