A wall of faces. Row after row of eyes. People going by again and again and again. No emotions. No breaths. No signs of recognition. Nothing. Just faces. Every last one of them staring, judging, yet saying nothing. Each face belongs to a different person, yet in the end they are all completely the same.
Featureless, insignificant masses passing by with eyes glued to yours. Nothing more, nothing less. Just faces. Just people going about their lives. Just another reminder.
It means nothing, really. I promise.
Words to live by. Shreds of lies woven together with threads of truth. Rising and falling, rising and falling. Another cycle. Another day. Time passing.
In the end, it's all the same. It can't go on forever. It has to end sometime. Good or bad, that is the way it is. Memories peeling away, emotions being stripped bare, reason crumbling into nothingness. Too late and too early all at the same time. That doesn't change anything.
The faces move steadily onward. The eyes still stare. And there is no end in sight.
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