Carelessly Introspective

Concept:

She wanders around the city carelessly introspective.

-“Wow, you’re smoking hot” she might overhear while not really noticing. Her train of thought stays on course as if on tracks. 

She knows it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t touch the soul of her interests and it would fade away in light of her true self. 

If she were to let someone in, even into the first perimeter of her self, they would soon realize it’s her mind what’s really smoking away from words and adjectives. 

Her thoughts, like smoke, ascend lightly, undefined into random entrancing paths and shapes until they become senseless and vanish.

She is different, you can see that now on her skin, how could you miss it before? 

Your focus was on your own desire and expectations. 

Now you look at her, she is no longer hot, but rather she is burning into ashes, her wild mentality consuming her down to the ground carelessly introspective.