I smile, because you’re suppose to
I wave because it’s polite
I don’t want to… but I do. I do to uphold the perception of normal. Acceptable, sociable, likeable?
Do I feel…..nothing?
I blink….no tears.
I slam….no anger.
I hurt….no pain.
I am not numb!!! I see a squirrel dance across the fallen leaves as if playing a game of Autumn hopscotch within colored margins. I smile… a real one. I giggle… a girlish one… I stare…I see joy in its prance, life in its pursuit, trickery in its mind. I am not numb…I just don’t feel like you today. Is that ok?