We looked at each other
keeping our mouths shut.
Not because we were tired
or ran out of conversation.
The need of silence just crossed our minds simultaneously.
And we were glad that neither of us tried to break it.
Then we proceeded.
Not by talking but by breathing gently into each others' ears.
For us, communication is more effective physically/spiritually than verbally.
They are people from totally different world.
Yet they have common thoughts.
They never avoid agony.
The pain needs to be there in order to remind them they survive.
Sometimes they even embrace it to a point that they could no longer stop themselves.
But they never crosses that line.
Or more appropriately, there was never a line for them to cross.
Since... both of them never care.
For a second time she paused the dvd.
Opened her Firefox browser to check the pronunciation of Hedi Slimane.
French... Eddie...
Can never concentrate on watching a movie on the PowerDVD player while she was online...
She liked guys in skinny jeans.
A guy passed through her desk in the lab.
Her mind was distracted for a second but focused on to the computer screen again.
Sitting alone, she wondered why she had never thought about loneliness.
It seemed that all she ever needed was herself.
Suddenly she felt like a stranger to this world where everything was somehow a bit too complicated for her.
To steer clear of this creepy feeling, she played the boring dvd trying hard to pay attention to what the actress was saying.
Sorry for bothering
but
I am only looking for a right place to lean on when tears are required to be shed.
