piercing. gentle. a soft, "hello". one of those smiles you don't forget.
i'm too tired to know, to find out, to listen. this trip...i've not yet tripped, fallen, fallen apart and 35k miles in the air with hours to the destination...pass.
he offers me part of his snackbox, he handles the empty coffee cup hand-over, he looks at my very brilliantly red eye. ah the eye. visible defects...i've forgotten visible wounds are seen by all.
"i sneezed a little too hard," i laugh. he laughs politely not convinced.
but it's this simple. i sneezed and my eye is crimson. strange timing. representative of the tears that i will not allow to fall? coincidences.