no fool.

yet at night,
she still feels that certain solitude
which somehow eases her, calms her veins,
tenders her skin.

she likes it.
she still wonders every now and then
through the halls of her imagination.
walls painted with hopes and dreams.
she looks away,
decides to walk by
without taking a glimpse at the painted walls.
she has her head up high,

she's determined, she wont be fooled.
something cathes her eye.

she stares at a cement wall

discovers a window.

suddenly, sunlight.

she's used to the rain.

she has a choice to make,

she sits on an old bench.

she doesnt want to look outside the window anymore,

as if what was out there

could seem atractive,

as if it could seduce her to step out into that unknown world.

she holds back.

she wont look outside, no, no, no.

she wont.

she wont look.

she wants to walk by.

ignore it.

ignore it.

it isnt real.

it isnt real.

she repeats in her head

over and over.

its not real.

her mind cant hold her,

she wants to look out the window.

simply look.

she shuts her eyes tightly.

she wont open them.

take a peek.

voices in her head.

its so hard.

let her see.

let me see.

she peeks.

rays of sunlight begin to blind her.

her eyes, wide open.

the sun never looked so beautiful.

still, she walks by.