She stares out the window. The world rushes by in a flurry of soundless images. She feels as though she were locked in a cage of glass, able to look out yet unable join. Her heart aches from the longing to be different, but she knows that she is nothing special. She listens to the dreams of others and wishes they could listen to themselves from her ears, so they could hear how ridicules it all sounds to her. She has no dreams, no hope, no shining path of achievement to cross. She doesn't understand how people can be so brave, how they can see the world as theirs for the taking. Her thoughts come quickly, leaving her desperate for rest.