Letters from a friend

Easy An easy smile I saw directed at me. Why was her smile that easy?

An easy smile took into account every little flaw that I had, on a beautiful day, and everything thing else that was beautiful too and so what was I? What was a man? What is a man? What is a man but for his limitations and how does he survive an easy smile? An ordinary love? Love And Hate I am surprised at myself. The people you love and hate at the same time, you can never love or hate them for a long time at a go.

And that’s whats special about today.

Everything was forgotten in a jiffy.

A split second decision to smile warmly and high five is all it took.

I often vacillate when it comes to having faith in humanity.

And today I am optimistic.