There was a woman
She liked being lost
I don’t know where she goes.
I would sit there and watch her
She’d close her eyes
She moves her arms.
She pictures her thoughts
It was pure
Her thoughts were pure.
It was unusual
The sight was beautiful
Still with her eyes closed.
I stopped watching her for a moment
Suddenly I hear shouts
“STOP IT”
The woman was shouting
At the people who would talk to her
She didn’t like talking when her eyes are closed.
She paints the same picture all over again
She starts to frown
The painting’s destroyed
She suddenly wrote down words
I tried getting closer
“How, why, when” it said
Her eyes still closed
As if she was talking to someone
Someone out of this world
It still made me wonder
From a beautiful picture to words
Why?
Once I got home I ran to my room
I locked all the doors
Then I closed my eyes.