Not now.

The blinds are open. The sun glares through the stained windows. She spends her days looking out longing to be somewhere else. She wishes but never acts. She needs it more then she can say. She watches her opportunities go by. She watches everyone else with the same problems as her. She doesn't want to relate she doesn't want to be the same as them. She doesn't want to read into these problems, just for them to pass by like everything else in her life.