I can't read minds. I am unable to see what people are thinking if they don't say it to me straightly. However, sometimes, I wish I knew what is meant to be said by only looking in the eyes. It is better than hearing things that would make difference I've always been afraid of: the end and the start. Then, pretending has got to be the hero; and we have to be good at it.
Yet, complete silence also allows pain of uncertainty to come within. When the words are left unsaid, guessing is the most logical act to do. Change will only take place if the mask is put off. After the bleak becomes crystal clear, whether it brings smile or frown to our faces doesn't matter.
Cause beyond the seemingly insincere nothingness, there might actually be something, that leaves me torn by never-ending questions. Each choice has its own consequences--or, maybe, it really is nothing at all.
No comments:
Post a Comment