She waited and waited for the light to refract,
To see herself in the faces of nearby passengers,
Through the walk, everything was distorted,
Even familiar gestures was reeking of strangers.

Triangles inside of squares, clinks of spacious voids,
So when the negotiating rain offered further distortion
She gladly wore blurry eyes and loosened her senses,
At least she could find a companion of some proportion.

And as it hailed and poured she's gone half blind,
She might have settled for half a reason, half a person,
And tried to shower their miscommunications
With everything not contributing to their diversion.

And similar to an apple core, she discarded herself,
Hands still in search for that common ground,
And when her senses were once again alert to movement,
She found her mind a desert without a sound.

So she ran to the river, desperate to see the light,
Her irises burned as she stared holes at the sun,
She swore to always run away from the rain,
The mistakenly soothing pattern on her skin now made her want to churn.

And she drew a line of transparent shards of glass,
Gathered around her forte, the light's always welcomed,
Because she learned to start the search from inside,
Loneliness is only an illusion, inside her soul was a multitude of spectrums.