a conversation

they sat in the sand a dark outline against the horizon of velvet blue sky almost black

the sand was warm underneath them

warming them as they hundled sucking deep breaths out of thier cigarette as if it were thier last breath

I can see it in thier eyes. Like theyre scared they turn away as if ashamed of what i see in thier eyes

it was silent almost the waves whitenoise

a welcomed familar sound

It makes me sick i cant stand it anymore

rae sat there listening to the waves she opened her eyes and stared off into the distance

trying to make out the fold in between the pages of heaven and earth

I dont think its that… she replied

then what?

Maybe its the way your looking at them. searching for a fault or a substance

that none of these people have not even you or me

You have such a heavy stare

and i dont think eyes show much of whats going on ya know they observe then reflect the light

they dont say the whole story

its more a shift of posture in the facial feautures

when you stare at people your asking for something your searching

theyre simply saying they dont have your answer

Its like those bold girls or guys who stare you down looking for your smile or dispute at a party

theyre searching too

or your searching fora cigarette and your hawking everyone down till you score one

theyre waiting for that one person who might say i got or i want what you need

then your no longer looking into eyes with  question cause you’ve found what you need

theyre still being looked into still seen but no longer searched

i guess… he said into the wind.