What is a smile?

Is it something that exudes something we wish?

Or is it something that we want everyone else to perceive?

A smile is a simple conjecture of the soul.

The soul can only smile and frown.

It knows nothing that is grey.

Confusion takes place when the self decides to intervene.

Everything from that point forward will never be the same.

A laugh is the audible exclamation of the soul if which I say is true.

A laugh is contagious and the best form of disease there is.

But a room full of souls and a laugh is not there is very heavy.

The ceilings and the walls can only ever spill the story of that which is told.

So again what is a smile?

Is it that which we want or that which we feel?

Themselves can only and never reveal.

Scared we will hide from all that is behind…

Just a simple smile a laughter that is high!