One

It was a one liner.

It was a string of chosen words.

But it was a mistake.

Head to Toe

I cannot speak, not because of the mental barriers, but because of the overwhelmed mind ..

It's something that cannot be spoken of easily, for few will understand anyway. Those tormenting moments, the constant pinch, soothed not by the calmness of mind but supported by the question of why.

Tears can flow -- a prove that I have emotions too. 

I feel pain, I was tense, I am afraid. 

I fear. I try. I contain.

I will not speak, so that I don't have to fake a "I'm fine"; so that I don't have to answer questions people ask; and for selfish reasons as to so that I won't get hurt by people's mindless words when they blurt out their concerns. 

These are the reasons why I chose to be alone; these are the reasons why blanket is the bearer of my warmth.

For all that's wanted at that moment, was just a heartful cry.

Viewpoint

Presence acknowledged, little words exchanged, existence remained.

A briefly known body filled with overflowing enigma is hardly even debatable when a north and south pole story is shared.

Across the globe your life ensues; on the equator is mine to dream.

Things that happened creates a life storytelling imprint; things that do not comes the wishes to be wished.

Call it self denial, call it wishful thinking. For so long as we face the reality without blurred lines toward the unreal galaxy of thoughts, life goes on as it is with no one to notice.

You don't have to know.