keeping on going...

The rain is big. The wind is holding her inside the house. The empty house. One color is constantly in her mind. Her eyes don't seem to like this day. They hide behinde the glasses, beautiful glasses. The hair is over the face, almost dirty. Some music is trying to make her happy, pump her up. Her eyes close against her will. Even if she opens them the only thing she see's is black. People come and go. Do whatever the like to do. This and that but she's here. Always here. Same place. Over and over. In the lazy boy eating whatever, drinking whatever, watching whatever, thinking....well, whatever. And then what?

She goes on... on the same place...