Searching, Searching

With elegance and grace

She glides through the halls

Tears sliding slowly down her face

Seeking, Seeking

No where to go, she walks alone

Through the walls, the doors, the ceiling

For reasons and destinations unknown

Hunting, Hunting

The world is behind her

No smile is seen upon her face

Why? Always the question, but where is the answer?

To others she is nothing but the air or a stone

Her heart is full of broken glass

Easily shattered, already broken, throbbing stabs of pain

For she is always alone