As I site here alone, in a not so crowded bar, listening to keys being pressed in synchronicity and sequence
I stare
I stare and wonder
I stare, wonder, sit, and contemplate
And then wonder some more
And in this moment, I ponder \'how does my face look to the world?\'
I ponder not in vain, but in perplexion because I truly can\'t imagine what look the Others perceive
One might assume that my face wears them all the same
The upward twinge of the lip and subtle sparkle in the eye
The glossed-glass eyes glowing, bright but opaque
The slight wrinkle of the forehead and stretch of seriousness across the skin
They would be wrong, as the eyes in all occasions never blink, the lips neither part, and the ear\'s don\'t ring,
even with the sounds of the cymbals in the background
The would be misled by the blank stare
Misled by the lips pursed in half-grin
Misled by the overall stillness that strikes as one deliberately contemplates how joy of contemplation can fill the void of being alone