I'm going to smile,
and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will
become.
― Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
― Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
Sometimes
when I see someone laugh
I
wonder what the reasons are
Satisfied
with the act or it's just an act
Are
the reasons fair
Had better I care
Reasons,
precisions or timeless seasons
Whats,
whys, when and hows
Are
those the nimble lips
Or
they are just curved
Bent
somehow
I
ask not, dare not to be precise
What
if it sets off smile's demise?
