Still

Have you ever felt like the world is passing you by

And you sit

Still

Still

Still

And your heart, it cries

And no one hears

Because you are sitting

Still

Still

Still

And there they are swirling all around you: their mouths, their hands, their feet

And you are all alone

Because you sit

Still

Still

Still

And suddenly they leave you behind

And now your world is quiet...except your heart

Because it cries
Still
Still
Still

Into the Looking Glass

Beauty. 

She evades me. 

Sometimes I think I recognize her, so I call out to her, reaching and stretching, hoping to grasp her, 

But she disappears, turning her head,  mocking me with her sparkling sweet smile. 

Where did she go? 

For that one fleeting moment, I thought I might own her, understand her, know her even, 

but Beauty, once again, has slipped quietly away.