Balancing Probabilities

I smile at you. You don’t smile back. I ask you questions. Questions, to which I already know the answers. Questions, to which you always wrongly reply. You try, and you conceal it. You try, and you contain it. You do all that you can to not let it show. You do all that you can to not let it out. But your eyes. Your eyes, they give away. Your eyes, they tell the truth. And now, I know. Not speech, it’s magic. Not bland, vacuous phrases, it’s sentiment. Your words, they say what they never mean. Your words, they mean what never can be said. I smile at you. You don’t smile back. And I smile at you -again. Because now, I know. It’s not the lack of it. It’s the abundance. Love, a feeling of attachment and affection, a feeling so strong that it makes the world go round. This enigmatic emotion, it empowers us to accomplish impossible tasks, to exceed all boundaries. It's one of the most beautiful and amazing parts of life. And as appealing as it is, it can be intimidating for a lot of pe...

This darkness, once it's over. We might not remember -how right now, we're surviving. This state of things, this shame it brings. This isolation, this divided nation. Our senses, all engaged to inertia. Our walking life, forced into sleep. And all of us -lost. Lost in this peace. This darkness, once it’s over. We might not remember -how, right now, we’re feeling. Inside circles, behind masks. Quiet, gloomy eyes, minding their own tasks. Strange, how things have changed. It was smiles before, it's tears now. It was hope before, it's despair now. This darkness, once it’s over. We might now remember -what, right now, we’re going through. Sharing our lives, from a distance. Giving love, from a distance. Seeing ourselves, from a distance. And seeing the world, from a distance. This darkness, once it’s over. We might not remember -what, until now, we’ve given up. Touch and movement. Conversation and connection. And most importantly, freedom. For life, we’ve given up freedom. ...

A heart; Once buoyant, now frail. Eyes, russet. Eyes, as pure as sunshine. Pure. But now, empty. Not all scars, they show. Not all wounds, they heal. “I’m alright,” she says with a smile. The truth, too dreich to reveal. The leaves, as they turned, Green to brown. She sat there, wondering -why. Why she always felt so down. People, they’d all come. People, they’d all leave. And yet. No one. No one would ever, Pay her any heed. The sun is shining. It’s shining bright. And yet. The wind, it’s blowing. They’re all full of zeal. And yet. Her dismay, it’s growing. It’s growing, and growing, and growing. She breathes. She breathes now. But soon. Will die. She still sits there, wondering. “Will anyone even cry?” Her body, it’s now six feet under. The soul, it’s astray. “My life, it wasn’t just a blunder.” The feelings, they betray. A heart; Once buoyant, now frail. Eyes, russet. Eyes, as pure as sunshine. Pure. But now, empty.