Smiles speak more than words can say but are lost in words with empty meaning. The glances and faces are answers enough to the questions people ask with a soft tone that stings like a knife. As the stars begin to show thoughts float up, and in the darkness, love is lost.
Quiet, soft, sound, (lonely), reflections, (unwanted), swirl in a pool of mist. Too scared to shout in the early hours I am resigned to evening whispers (not enough) where words are laced with a sing-song voice laughter floats around every sentence and music plays in silences (not enough). Softness is sometimes toxic. The anger bubbles beneath the surface as I try to smile through it (not enough) and my words are smiles and sunshine because it’s all I want to be.