Puffed up and red-rimmed like little cushions of sorrow, I eye those baby blues filled with rhetoric questions;
One could have written chapters in their praise and I still would have tumbled at the stories they beheld
They acquiesce of lusty love and a deadly despair, of trashed trust and secrets crushed beneath the soles of cruel tears: they can't stop talking, yet remain as passive as waters before an outbreak.
Time stills to a sluggish gait, leaves rustle in the distance, pebbles crunch under moving feet, water ripples some dead melodies, trees sway to the chimes of wind and almost everything has a tune to play; it's as if a song is being sung behind the screen and our eyes are tapping to the tunes of it.
Here, in this moment, some longest seconds combine to form an eternity, where poems are written, love letters are exchanged, some kisses and hugs are relayed; but then you blink and it shatters, crumbles to a reality where we stand estranged!!