people were staring
the mark on my cheek speaking
words i dare not say

this grey feeling
so monochromatically appealing
akin to staring at the ceiling
unaware of the storm that is passing overhead

All around me I see faces wearing expressions that say they're starving for love, but in a last ditch effort to protect what they have managed to save up, every single one of them has sewn their own lips shut, and they've lived their lives neither finding someone they could trust nor anyone who would ever give enough, because they're not willing to risk giving what little they were born with up.

Happiness is like a chocolate cake -
When it's in front of you, there is no
Greater feeling or thrill.
When it's gone, there's just nothing.