"Are you lost, little girl?"
"Aren't we all, sir?"
You could see the years in his sagging skin,
Time pressing folds atop sun spots,
You could see the years in her eyes,
Deep, cold
Too cold for a child.
Whole galaxies burned behind her eyes,
Heavy beyond explanation
"Your wisdom may very well outweigh my own, child."
"Wisdom is a fickle thing, those who have it don't realize. Those who don't believe they do."
Their mouths never opened,
Lips stayed sealed,
A whole conversation,
In passing,
Stories shared through cornea.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
"Are you lost, little girl?"
"Aren't we all, sir?"
You could see the years in his sagging skin,
Time pressing folds atop sun spots,
You could see the years in her eyes,
Deep, cold
Too cold for a child.
Whole galaxies burned behind her eyes,
Heavy beyond explanation
"Your wisdom may very well outweigh my own, child."
"Wisdom is a fickle thing, those who have it don't realize. Those who don't believe they do."
Their mouths never opened,
Lips stayed sealed,
A whole conversation,
In passing,
Stories shared through cornea.
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