Splash. The noise echoed in her mind as she moved one foot in front of the other, thinking of everything else in the world besides her feet and the movements they made effortlessly. When she walked like so, all the noises stood out to her; Not daring to interrupt her thoughts, only politely adding to the pages of the universe in her mind. The street was unusually busy at this hour in time, but of course, she didn't notice. She walked, as she usually did, wondering and playing with ideas about the world. She painted portraits of the beliefs she trying to believe without questioning, and most often than not, left them unfinished for the time being. Five, ten, portraits a day, all half blooming with color. The color, the blooming color these pictures captured, ended abruptly half way through the detailed painting, leaving only black and white for the rest of the image in her mind. The world, the universe. Very vague ideas, of course. She would never let anyone see past her walls. No, not quite that intimately. As the cliché tells it, better safe than sorry. You never know who loves the very being of you and your thoughts, ideas, beliefs. Those people can be beautiful additions to your universe. You also never know who lusts for the destruction of those thoughts, ideas, beliefs. Only because they can't quite understand the different process of the universe. People, are people, i might add. They are quite complex. Everyone's portraits are different. Splash. As this being, full of thoughts, ideas, beliefs, walked through the unusually busy city, she made eye contact with another being, full of thoughts, ideas, beliefs. And in that brief moment of eye contact,they understood each other.