for no reasonable reason

as one sits here lonelily, yet not alone – murmurs of a dozen or more nameless voices surround you – biting lips and blinking eyes, one does the natural thing to do:

hey?

silence follows. and blankness

you there?

you’re not there. but you’re not here either. and i am a million and one pent-up emotions questions fears just waiting to brim over with the blink of an eye, and plop down in fat drops into my lap.

~ by may on August 22, 2007.