The soft smile is still present even after I close my eyes. Words are so easily used to manipulate, especially when dealing with a tired soul but when it comes to letters. Things are different. Spelling out emotions and happiness with the ink. The very ink that swims thorough my arteries, is a hard task.
I smile even in the dark. When one can no long quiet make out the words. I still do. Its okay because morning will come and my hands that used to shield is now spread open with desire.