Wednesday, November 5, 2008

It's Spreading

The sadness is spreading to my eyes. He can see it

I smile, with that facade I've developed so well

"I'm fine. This varying weather is what has my immune system going hay-wire." I laugh my most pseudo-real giggle.

He looks at me and he sees it. I am hoping he keeps my secret, but it flows through his lips as if some sort of suction is forcing the words out.

"I think you got sick because you're so sad." How does he know that? He barely knows me. Why can his eyes see past my pupils and bear into my soul?

Hm... now some might be confused, I am Not enraptured with this man. I am just wondering why, suddenly, my sadness is not able to remain inconspicuous.

It's spreading to my eyes...

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