Have you ever felt lonely on a crowded street?Sometimes a smell or a touch brings a whiff from the past and the present fades a second. And when you hurriedly blink away an unshed wetness, what happens?You also blink away the other in you, just as you muffle a flip flop of the heart. You freeze it with a stiffening of a sentiment, sometimes you roll it up with a memory in a tightly closed fist. And you defy the law of gravity, withholding what was meant to hit your cheek.Then you wear a gossamer web across it inside your head to stop it from seeping out again. Chain of being and yet cant afford even a droplet.
