Friday, May 17, 2013

On different pages

Now is the right time to ask me if I’m ok. Because now is the time, the time to let you know that you’re late. 

Wish I were here

I doubt how I define enough is actually what enough is, so if I were to convince myself that I can go another round of your who-smiles-best contests, risking my heroism in my own story just to not be omitted from the big picture,  I will obviously make myself smile, one more time.

I doubt how I define smile is actually what smiles are, so if I were turn around all of a sudden, I might need a fraction of a second to reabsorb my expression and make room for reciprocating the expressions in air and I will definitely join the conversation, one more time.

I doubt how I define a conversation is actually what conversations are, so if I were the one supposed to make sure the lulls don’t get a chance, I will probably talk about health and relatives; movies and music and strain harder to remember everything I have overheard people talking about, leaving the philosophies and whims, the regrets and resolutions for a conversation with the walls of a rest room nearby, one more time.

I doubt smiles and conversations inedible to my actual system make a cause good enough to protest, so I will suppress my impulses, one more time.

Anyways, I will give you a good show, even if I doubt I’m here.