the buzz of the air

you hear laughter, you laugh along.
they laugh with you, you laugh with them.
eventually everyone gets everyone.
you are part of them, and they get a little part of you.
yet they wouldn't know the entirely part of you.
you step forward, lean backwards, trying to find balance.
before you found it, the room is cleared, and it's silent again.

but not entirely silent, you can hear the buzz of the air.

the curse

you meet her.
then you get to know her.
you like her, then she leaves.

-chinyew