22nd March

In the metropolitan of Paris, a strange silence clouds around... Somehow it seems as if everything is perfect... yet truly imbalanced... A sudden sense of awkwardness as I observe keenly ... A strange happiness if I may..

A smile plastered on all... And each in his own delight... A delight beyond the smile and that I could tell... Somehow however, something amiss though I feel... And understood my smile at unease... The absence of your warmth and thus of peace...

15th March

The metro packed with people unknown, yet much closer they stand unaware of the bond they share.. and as i take a seat, the soul of the metro... It unfolds before my very eyes... Soft music of the violin surrounds the cabin as a man plays so effortlessly with a fiddle of gold... I notice a small boy across me with his new found toy, he looks at it with so much amazement - that I would want to be back in my childhood... A toy phone it was for he spoke on it with an imaginary friend... The smile he now has is rather priceless and I feel a little envy of his friend indeed... 
Beside him a man in suit, all proper and prim for his day at work... With a serious glance at his phone throughout... I wondered for a minute how he could forget ... that once he was the same small boy ... He just had to see on his left but a turn of such never was to occur..
On my right a lady rushing... Quickly through her morning makeup, just in time to start the day.. of facades and masks ... I heard myself make a gentle wish ... hoping we aren't the masks we wear all the time...