• You sit there like silent death. Your gaze always hard and cold as ice. You sit there as if you’re waiting, watching for something, like your life depends on it. What are you watching? Why are you watching? What are you waiting for? Why are you waiting? Is there something holding you back? Is what you’re watching for holding you back? Is what you’re waiting for holding you back? Or is it something else? Have I not scratched the surface of what you’re thinking about, while you stare, your gaze still unyielding as always? I want to ask you what’s wrong but my lips won’t move, why won’t they move? Is it because of your intense gaze? Your gaze is so hard and strong, like you have a wall up so no one can see your feelings. It scares me, it scares me to the point where I want to scream. To scream at you to stop with your staring, to stop with your waiting and just live. To just live and be happy.