awake to the memories of what last felt good, remembering through memorabilia mugs and gifts from the time of happiness.

the open ended question of life, holds the jaws of all philosophies open, where mind may wander out...

and see the nothingness in between

index and pinky programmed to hit F A in the browser bar
and www.facebook.com appears prepared.
you click without even thinking,
into the vastness of Pandora, unknowing and unarmed.

return to a question.
no longer have an answer.
knowledge is absorbed only by silence.

but they cry to the pedlar of emotion,
her back turned, unseen...
they scrutinize the face of all approaching,
as does she,
cloak billowing, as they mistake her for the wind.