If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
Love, Laughter, Childhood
We are often unaware of the gradual decline and the erosion in our lives but not unaware of the gnawing feeling it brings.
Life, Art, God
Maybe you're dead inside and don't even know it.
Spirituality
I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.
People, Smile