Blind Thoughts

A Story by joe

Everytime he walked in for some reason he always had some kind of lament on his face as if he always carried some kind of weakness around. He never smiled, even when she walked in.

Her face, the reaction she gave as if not seeing a friend for a long time, Such happiness I can still remember her smile, she was pretty, it is caught still as in a picture.

But his face did not rise, yet it spread with a moment of surprise; he looked pleased, but yet still did not smile… why?

For some reason whenever I walk in there seems to be a cluster of faces, Overtime some tend to become familiar,

Yet still they look and I feel as if they recognize me with some familiarity but never do I get looked at with recognition.

There stairs are so far,

So I, tend to lose focus and begin to stare off with a glazed look in my eyes.

All around I see smiling faces.

I only wish to say hello, but I’ll just be lost in translation as soon as I open my mouth.

Never does a moment where I can truly express myself to someone arise.

I feel so cold, the hairs on my arm begin to stand

And my inner goose bumps begin to show.

I am so lonely it’s depressing.

The warmth of the sun is all I feel.

Cigarette ashes lie on the floor, people talk and they stare so I try...

I can’t see, but my face moves.

I don’t know if it’s a laugh or a frown.

Why would I try to change myself now?

Vainly I had began to move my lips; then some visitor walked in and my heart stopped repeating it was her the girl I had met the day before. Surprised that I would meet her once more so close from our departure. Her joy overwhelming I could but only still a moment.

What would I say is all that could cross my mind, yet not one word was uttered.