Feb 02, 2006 23:05
Communication remains yet to be seen and tested. Traded words belong in days of the past. A place, there, will never wait for her. It keeps rolling back farther, unreachable, even when stretching out. She will never see him again.
Blank thoughts resurface in mind. She keeps them there. She doesn’t want to be thinking of anything. She traps herself out of any new possibility. If it hasn’t happened before, today won’t be that day.
No one’s looking in. No one bothers to eavesdrop. There will be no listening. No one shall wonder. No one shall question. Beggars will look farthest as possible. Her remains won’t be bothered to be looked for.
Easiest to fracture with a world so…
Fill her in. She doesn’t want to be alone. Her day never rooms. Her day calendar has of no use. No pages are torn. New pages are never viewed. She waits. Alone.
She smiled today, you know. She smiled for you. Were you there to see? Were you there to ask why she was smiling? Did you even know she was smiling?
Oh, of course not.
You were too busy with yourself. That’s fine. You were never wanted nor needed. The cycle continues.