The lights were not too harsh as they winked a few times then stayed. The people floating through mid-afternoon were unaware of what was going on.
Nobody really knows.
Glasses clanked together, as toasts were made, yes, toasts were made even at mid-afternoon, stupid, meaningless toasts, well wishes for a pair of boots.
People dressed as if at a photo shoot, polished as practiced before the mirror.
In the middle, an oasis sat, well-meaning amongst cruel intentions.
Innocent as a boy of six, wise like Mother Theresa, they sat surrounded by blanks.
She looked at him.
He looked at her.
Silently, they raised their glasses in similar conspiracy.
They reeked of drink.
Their eyes spoke of a plea.
A toast to ;
Silence.
Stillness.
Innovation.
Hidden beauty.
Truth in lies.
Life.
Together, they drank.
It will never be the same.
1 comment:
that was interesting did u take tht from somewhere r was it based on something in ur life. hope ur ok, n ur post before this too, was tht from somewhere in ur life as well? anyway, miss u. call if u can ok?
hug
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