We are now heading towards the end of April. This week, I have been thinking quite avidly about an uneasy dinner I once had with a friend of mine.I am not sure if it was just me or whether we both felt that it was slightly uneasy.
I am not very good at reading people.
Sometimes, it gets slightly awkward having dinner in a cozy restaurant with a male friend.
I always avoid long eye contact.
Some people: I can stare right into their eyes and feel absolutely unmoved.
However, when it came to this friend–
I couldn’t maintain eye contact for I feared that I’d
fall a little too deep into an emotional whirlpool.
Here is a quick poem describing the situation.
You are a table away from me but
A trembling weight in my chest is drawn to your
Warm presence ,oh a traction is gripping–
My eyes fight not to look into yours for fear of
All ears but I tell my heart to turn back,
A painful journey it would be to step
Forward. Spare me:
Serenity is an
Unruly black tresses of hair falling down the sides of my face. Curls that spiral
Down. Engine on headstrong, helmet
The Daily Cognitive