If there’s not much to say why bother speaking? If there is nothing left, why bother breathing? Not much of anything matters if there is no you.
I don’t smile often. I see others smile. How easily their mouths curve perfectly into a pleasant shape. And here I am, with what I feel is a smile, with what I feel should be a smile, but a look in the mirror reveals nothing. And I am silent. My eyes are still. And my […]Read more "Smile"