An Observation

Sitting around, looking at face after face. Everyone of them shifts and flexes differently. Creases and wrinkles that form from expressions and thoughts, all separate and isolated in their own fashion. I’m never sure how the lips will peel when one smiles, or how the arch of their brow will raise when excited. But, it is interesting to watch. It is interesting to observe and consider. I’m curious, but aware they all have something to hide. There are secrets, there are lies, there are endless stories and ideas. Each one of these manipulating molds are capable of saying and believing whatever they desire. In their world, the world within this one, these faces can portray what we cannot see, what we cannot comprehend and what we cannot imagine. This takes place in a protected partition of these individuals souls. Each articulation providing logic to the bending and stretching of their muscles. This goes beyond the mind, the mouth, the hands. The drive behind these gestures comes strictly from instinct. All the while, somewhere behind all of this is an equation of existence, a formula in which all the existing abides. I will continue to exist, beyond the measurement of time and what I have known will become an invisible collection of this life. I may not have complete control but I am living aware and conscious of the fact.