She looked up... it was still raining... she covered herself again... she preferred the anonymity that the umbrella gave her when it covered her... she preferred being invisible... than being visible to those who couldn't care less...

She wasn't depressed or unhappy or sad.. she was merely disillusioned... disillusionment didn't make her depressed or unhappy or sad.. it just made her shrug her shoulders and reach for her music player...

You see...
Music made everything glow... that was her escape... so she turned up the volume... inhaled the notes... and slowly... let loose her voice...
she sang... she felt every single word and note... it radiated from her entire physical form...
and she sang... her eyes shut tight.. she was dreaming of a different world.. she wasn't here anymore... she was in the middle of nowhere...
There were words... and phrases... and feelings flowing through her where previously flowed blood..
and she sang... there was no now or ever or forever or never... there was everything and nothing...
No one to tell her if she can.. or if she can't... No one she had to state any justifications to.. no one who needed to answer to her...

She was with the most important person in the world... herself... she was singing to the girl who got lost in the chaos...
Her voice was acting like the pipe of the Piped Piper of Hamelin...

And so she sang... with abandon... words of love, words of hurt, words of pain... with music in her ears...

You see.. Music always made everything glow...
And she was glowing again...
Faith restored, she looked up... it had stopped raining... she got up.. decided to meet reality again... a fresh new start.. a fresh new attempt.. maybe this time she wont get disillusioned.. maybe this time...