when i didn't speak for a while, she giggled a little and looked back down at her book.
"are you going to say anything?"
i broke out of my trance.
"yeah, actually..... why don't you talk to anyone? why do you just... sit there? you don't try to make new friends or anything..."
she looked up at the ceiling, wearing that same little smile.
"talk is cheap."
and that's all she said,
and i wish she'd said more because her voice,
her voice wasn't honey,
but like talking underwater;
one of those voices that could whisper the secrets of the universe to you
under a night sky;
commanding but beautiful
at the same time.
