All alone. Yet in a full room. Pretty, pity. Stored away in a corner.
Dare you be spoken to? Dare you be cared for?

Not right now, no. I daresay no one will say a word.
Would I? I wish to. It would make me happy. I guess some of us are made for solitude.

Tensed foot. Bent north. I don't think she's too comfortable.
Would a touch discomfort? At first, I suppose, but after a while,
she'd come to appreciate. Maybe I'm being too observant.
I'm perpetuating the situation. Too worried.

Purple, blue, bone. Red hair which isn't red. Ohwell, I guess I'll never know. What of you? How is Kim?

Elbows on table. Head rested restlessly. She's not comfortable, but
why did she come? Body bent, left up top. Though I'm the same, she lookssore, tired. Sad.
I myself, look bopred, I suppose, but I write this unknown to everyone.

She's got no one around her. She looks tired and tense. I'd like to
say, 'hi', but I won't.