She walks in the rain, cloaked in black. Her elegant and swift motions divine and astounding. She floats to the middle of the road and prances for a few moments.
For a few moments, she is happy.
For a few moments, she is smiling.
“Hey,” Shouts a voice. “Get here before you get hit by a car, you psycho.”
And then it is shattered.
Her hopes, her dreams, gone. She is no longer out there, embracing the rain. Instead, she trudges around, under the shelter, like everyone else. She follows the path blindly, her dreams dashed. She is just like everyone else.
Conformed to today’s society, walking ‘safely’ under the shelter.
26 August 2011