Restless eyes flitter as she watches the nameless figures pass her by.
Distant but all around her.
She closes her eyes and prisms float within her.
Too vivid to be drowned out.
She tightens her lips but past conversations echo to her.
The voices were familiar, but the words were masked.
Each memory was a trapdoor painted like an escape.
Dear Muse, she thought she was half asleep
yet all the while, she was awake.