25 March 2008
An audience of one
)Published on March 25th, 2008 @ 11:36:32 pm, using 171 words, 44 views
There’s something about crying in front of someone that makes bonding a foregone conclusion. The helplessness of having latent feelings overflow in spite of yourself, over great coffee of all things and seep through your face for an audience of one. Knowing all too well the steps that make up that metamorphosis, your eyes reddening and watering, all systematic like tango steps, tears rolling without effort or control, oblivious to rule or dictation… that feeling of nakedness, of having to look to your left when there’s nothing and no one there - precisely because there’s nothing and no one there - of feeling like it’s appropriate to hide, to try and make things difficult for that inconvenient, unaccounted-for embarrassment that will always find room to squeeze itself in.
Then, ultimately, changing the subject with an inconsonant smile and quietly savoring the feeling of having been seen.
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Tears, friends, nakedness, helplessness, metamorphosis, embarrassment, bonding, crying
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