She sat still while in motion. Everyone oblivious to the world around her. She was a dream within a dream. Never truly feeling satisfied. She constantly craved and longed for knowledge deeply unknown. She thought of mystery and mind. Others saw believe in her fake exterior. While very few knew, nor understood the battle within herself. A battle she often lost. She felt like a survivor in a world full of victim's. Doomed by their own blindness. She was at a loss for words in a world not meant for hers.