Derailed
For some weird reason, I like staring at people's faces. Startling blue eyes, punkheads, people passing by, man and woman holding hands, man and man holding hands, a precocious toddler inside an elevator, people crying at the airport. These things evoke a nostalgic emotion in me. My first tendency is to stare into a person's eyes, especially if she's a woman. We know that women are so much more complicated than a man. That's why we were made after the man. Man was just the guinea pig. Kidding. Hehe. It's just that we were made with so much more layers to us, more flexible, more lovable. People's faces are amazing, how they can morph into a completely different human being, by just having a slighty bigger nose, by 3 millimeters, a smaller curvature of the lips, slightly furrier brows, it's amazing. Billions of people in the world, hardly anyone looks exactly like everyone else. Even identical twins have some differences. I don't know what i'm looking for when I stare at people. Maybe I'm trying to figure out who they are, where they came from, and where they want to go. It would have been eaiser if I asked them. But they could be lying. But eyes don't lie, they can't. The twitch of a nose belies a thousand sentences. And a smile, oh a smile! How many secrets can lips tell, without even uttering a sound. How wonderful the face of man is. I stare at people because I'm looking for myself, Im searching for myself, I'm checking each face, each mole, each wrinkle, each crease on the mouth, to see if I am there. Do they see me? Does he understand what I've been through? I look and look at the faces of people and look for myself. But there is no one who is like me.