Been seeing them since the moment we are birthed. In fact, are born with one. Faces. I mean. What are we? Nothing but the blend of two faces in one.
When young and naive, we only see them. When old enough, we read them. They display thousands of words unspoken, millions of feelings unexpressed, an array of emotions ranging from anger to laughter and grief to joy. When tall enough, we wear them, When matured enough, we paint them With layers and layers and layers of fakeness and the thickest coats of envy, Until they finally develop cracks. Through the crevices of which, Drip little by little, the tears of a broken soul.
We judge them, curse them, mould them, Wrap them, hide them, but do we ever Know what lies behind them? Have you ever tried to sneak a peek ? Ever wondered the sum of the smiles must be coming to how many kilograms of grief? Ever felt the quintals of love, folded in between those wrinkles?
Have you ever touched a face, apart from your own? Have yours rubbed against theirs, and transferred the electrons of trust and hope From cheek to cheek? Ever calmed the pain of aching lips? Ever soothed the burns of age old agony? Have you ever.... Wrote poetries on someone else's scars?
What are you waiting for? In the end, faces are nothing but moments. They change every minute. Gone once, cannot be brought back. So go, capture them! Every wrinkle, every scar. Every pimple, Each mark.
Read them, learn them,and trace them, till it paves Your way to all the forbidden emotions of The past. After all, so what if broken, They all have a story to tell. ♡