Faces

i have looked at faces and wondered... what has the face seen, has it seen nine death in a row, chatting herself alive in the midst of morning, has it seen pain and torment and anxiety, why is her face so bright... do experiences write themselves on a face or two, do we create our own face, some faces look so happy... is it the face of victory or bliss, the face of innocence, ignorant bliss, is that the face of a woman ruined by a man, is her face a face of death. so many faces, so hard to tell... sometimes the faces look back, there is the face of stone and bricks, does it mean that she was a hard logician? There is the face you cannot read, a face as ineluctable as nature itself, hidden behind that smile. above the sky of nicely coiffed hairr, as red as cherries stolen on a summer night of drinking. Those faces, what do they mean?