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  • Writer's pictureWojciech Salski

Walking Smile

Updated: Apr 28, 2021

When you see someone walking down the street with a smile, do smile back.

When you see someone walking down the street with a smile, do smile back.

I know, it might be hard to believe, that’s the crack… But the more smiling people do, often times… They are sad within their own minds.

When you see someone walking down the street with a face, that would make you feel like in a far, sad, distant place. Please do try, make an effort, chat them up. They might as well be in the deepest well of doubt.

When you see someone walking down the street without much, what a someone could consider face and such. Might be time to walk around, might you need to ask what’s up, but the more expressionless the face, the higher might, with which one can be just on the verge of tears, struggling to accept their biggest fears. Sometimes no reaction means not much, sometimes no reaction means the world as such, has ended for them long, without a doubt, they are here to be foretold to carry on, or not long they will be, inevitably gone.

I have walked with many faces through the street, sometimes feeling smile as certain, sometimes weak. I have seen all kinds of shit, most done myself, I have considered no one, and not one breath, of a smile, of love, of kindness, of appeal, should be ever aimed at someone, who such smear, has created of the gifts granted to him. Because no one can not ever feel so brill, that to hurt another doesn’t mean at all, what the world will shortly bring for his own toll. It is not new that the lies, all the deceit, does no other but lasts longer than a grip, once let loose, slipped up, caught hand, there is no way, to evade that, which no other but I made. I am sorry for the times, the things I’ve done. I am shameful, in disgust of my own mind. For this time I am unable to feel much, because pain and self-hate taken all my heart and such. My head heavy, my breath shallow, I am unable to wallow. No more tears, no place for scars, I have made my life of lies. Once done, one mistake pushed the rest, I have fallen from the grace on my own face. I have died down there, the well of hallowed doom, I have no place for myself, no cozy room. I feel lonely, sad and weak as no one else. I am crying for some help, a friendly face. But I know I do not deserve more than this, I have hurt someone so deeply I should whizz, from the top of tallest building, from a noose. I do not deserve another chance of course.

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