she who sits, is she who walks and she who knows

she sits, she sits on the "royal throne" listening to the beats of The Beatles. Just the beats and not the lyrics because she wouldn't be able to understand them anyways. understanding? and even if she did try to decipher them, others would think otherwise and give her bull about what she thought. and its not her fault its just the way she thinks right?
she leaves. she leaves out the door and heads for the nearest bus stop. the nearest bus stop which wasn't near at all- probably 6 blocks away, almost half a mile- and still is listening, listening the The Beatles. Here Comes the Sun. Ironically, the sun is setting. half way through she realized what they meant. what they meant by darling. and what they meant by sun. who would've thought: she isn't that out of it at all. her near-miss interpretation of who or what darling was. Darling was your love-or everyone's love; the shining, smiling savior ready to warm up winter's snow and chilled hearts.