I watched
Every minor detail of the face of things
How it breathe,
How it saw what it saw
I observed
Every word my problem spoke
Sweet misery
Existing in sweet nothing.
That face meant the world to me
But it changed expressions so quickly.
I ran as fast as I could
But didn’t seem to catch up in time
It blurred in the distance
Disappearing in the fog
I found myself standing on a new island
Amist masked faces
Because that face had meant the world to me
The only face which I had studied so closely
Now the face of all things seemed very strange to me
Fluctuating
Indecisive
Just like the face, which I lost in plea.