sterility
There is a silent sadness in your eyes that defies your smile and reveals more to me than the family photo ever could or should. It’s been too long and there is no longer a spark of desire or love or true happiness. I sense unfulfilled longing and desire. There is repression. There is the blankness of sterile acceptance. The fate of so many… that bland acceptance that saps us of life and vigour and hope. And yet so many prefer it to a short stab of pain followed by freedom. So many fear that freedom because it means that they don’t have a perpetual partner to listen to their every thought and ensure that the appearance of ‘normality’ is retained. The fear of the unknown and of being alone is greater than the desire to escape a life of grey emptiness.