I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Saturday, May 11, 2013

The Crowd


The sound of her breathing is audible in the silence that surrounds her. Her shoes tap the wooden floor making up for the words not spoken.  

Tonight there is a longing for a warm hand, a need to celebrate with someone who genuinely cares. She searches the crowded room looking for a familiar face. Smiling strangers are good cover ups for loneliness and their ephemeral friendship will do one more time as it has before.

It is what she indulges in, it is what she knows.  

She scans the room one more time and takes a deep breath before opening the door. She is ready now. With a wide smile she walks through the crowd. No one needs to see the woman behind the smile and tonight no one will notice the tears that her heart cries.