it begins with the locking of eyes across a room the contact is made like a glowing light that comes from nowhere suddenly honing in & locating the signs that are familiar
one fake smile said to another fake smile at this “holiday” time of year that it was great to see them & that they’d been thinking of them all year with the obligatory hug
something so small so delicate so specific to one’s own idiosyncratic nature & it seems like a needle in a haystack found years ago keeping one’s psyche in check
sullen trappings that silence the most of us making one ever more self-aware as each day passes don’t seem to affect the applause junkie. the quintessential attention whore---
the last breath which speaks to no one though others may be present others may be in the room or on the street when/where it happens it dissipates into the surrounding air