Faces
(to my friend P. Remember when I told you it wouldn't happen? I was wrong.)
Walking down the path of oaths is a matter of life. Walking down that path with a smile on your face, that is not life, it's a matter of survival. Sometimes you forget to wear that smile around your face, and the path gets rockier. Sometimes you thank people for reminding you to smile, sometimes you hate them for doing exactly that. Funny how tricky life is, huh? Yet, the path is there for you to walk it through, smile or no smile, covered left and right by those faces you have met, lived with, been caught by, left behind, been left behind by. Faces.
- posted by M @ 6:38 p.m.