the art of looking

Unguarded words. Inevitable urge to escape. Jumble over the invisible distance we failed to disregard. A smile on rainy days. A hug in the place we last meet. Our steps would move away. Blown by the northern wind. But our traces flutter. Swirling and twirling like delicious scent of coffee in morning air.

The rise and falls of our breath together in the midst of crowd. We might not be able to look at each other. But what’s so different under the sun?

we suit ourselves. To speak our mind without shame. To tell each other what’s left until our heart has nothing left to pour out. All in one gaze. One meaningful but timid gaze. Or is it a stare?

One would never be sure. It’s a mistake in every untruthful eye we pierced with questioning mind.

The heart would race. In that millisecond we failed to lie to ourselves. The selfishness. The egoistic nature we both possessed.

How greedy we are to expect more than we deserve. We converse. We do. In the words of coincidence we prayed endlessly will happen. We speak to each other. In the art of looking.

Hurtful thought the mind conceives as the heart scream in denial. But the engine has started. And the suitcases have been settled. The coat left on the hanger the night before has been taken. The key has locked the door for the length of time.

Heart racing. Time walking.

And in that moment one short line will flutter... “please stay..”

what are we so scared of?

xx.