Listen to what is not said

Tue, 05/07/2013 - 12:31 -- Jnicole

Sometimes
even I
wonder
what I am staring at
and why
I spend so much
time
somewhere else.
I get caught
in the breaths
between
moments
that expand and explode into
millions of possibilities
room for reactions
and interpretations.
They hang there
in the air
waiting to be swallowed by
the oncoming traffic of electric impulses
we control
but do not know how to.
Maybe I am working on a road map
blueprints to this impossible design
so I can predict what I will say.
Until then I will simply stare
as to not
betray myself
getting lost in the maze of gazes and
words never spoken.

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