Crushing on Fitzgerald

Crushing on Fitzgerald. What a great poet he is indeed.

Conversations

Another one from Navin E. I just can't seem to pull myself away from Words Written In Silence.

I often ask myself questions
Talking to myself in my head
I can feel my mouth opening partially
Speaking to faceless men

The same men who hide
In the shadows of daylight
More fearful than the darkness of night
And yet I speak to myself

I imagine the conversations
I had hoped to have; day or night
Faces; behind the words in my ears
Yet, even masks are a luxury

I often ask myself questions
Talking to myself in my head
I can feel my mouth opening partially
Speaking to faceless men