She stands in a common place,
so numbed by sadness that even the sadness makes her feel more distant to the world.

She stands still,
yet the people around her seem so rushed,
so preoccupied with them self to even grasp reality.

So her and these people are same but different
because she is distant to reality out of understanding of it,
those around her dont have a clue.

She longs to be blinded like the rest.
But things seen, can never be unseen.
Things learnt are branded in your brain.

Reality is said to be different to everyone.
But what if reality is only given to the minorities.
The ones that look and wish they didn't.