Delicate words rest between us on the tips of heavy sighs. Elaborate silences decorate our walls. In place of pictures we hold frames of dust laden time.
It’s a line to cross but something bars us back. Like a horror house of mirrors, we’re stuck with only our reflections.
Though in crowds I’ve found ways to fall out of time. In those places, dozens of blank stammering faces, I’ve never felt more alone.
Why not tell me what you think …