small talk...

(this is not a poem, not a short story, just a small talk) 

How are you? She asked.

How to answer a question : you search for a word to say. 

when you must say something you lie, questions lead to lies, truth is spontaneous.

The Sun does not ask flowers questions when it softly touches the petals allowing them to blossom. Waves don't ask shores questions when it crash on it, hug it and die. Birds don't ask dawns questions when they meet and announce the day. Questions are small talk, for those who don't want to talk.

I am good. He said.

Language, is what humans invented to hide their feelings. Hugs, smiles and kisses are not words, but events. Good, OK and fine are lies we hide behind, words we say when we have nothing to show out loud. our life is not words, it is events.

And you? He asked. 

Is this a question, a sentence, or just small talk.. 

Ahmad Baker