Eyes of stone transfixed on the transitory trends of the world; there’s something missing – Shhh don’t tell.
I’ll just walk on my way. I’ll just walk on my way and smile and wonder: how is it suppose to feel?
Why are my insides so dry, so still, so calm? Are you sure that’s my EKG chart?
A mask worn too long becomes one with the wearer. Indistinguishable to the outside world.
I forget how the skin underneath this covering feels. Is this how it’s suppose to be? It feels so unnatural inside it all. Nope that can’t be.
I must have forgotten, remembered incorrectly, the sense is lacking – Why would the heart fluster, panic, still in fear, break in ambivalence because of a mere time regression?
