On a bus ride...

Into the window screen I stared, unconsciously picking up a pair of eyes among the many in the bus's window screen. She was staring aimlessly into the window. Her fair skin attracts even without make-up. Perhaps all her face lack is some natural radiance. Her eyes are beautiful big yet regretfully sad. Occasionally she drop her glare onto the bus's floor before returning to the window screen. There a certain sense of detectment. Are they rooting from her headphones? Maybe she really isn't listening to anything at all... Perhaps all she wanted was a mask to convinently shield her away from her world. She made me wonder the whole bus trip. Is that a pair of longing eyes waiting to be filled in, or a living testimony that no one can have it all?

Maybe attraction lays in her beauty, but happiness lays in their lack...