The questions rise once more:
How do we embrace without touching?
How do we hurt without aching?
How do we crave without yearning?
But more.
How do we explain without excusing?
How is it that we smile without feeling,
and grieve without outer emotion?
Eyes close, no sleep.
Legs walk, no destination.
Lips talk, no conversation.
Pages filled, with no constant thought or feeling.
Written words, become, for the first
time, pointless scribbles with spaces in between.
A blur, if you will.
And that’s just it.
If you will?… If i will?… If they will?