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I looked in the mirror today. There was a stranger standing there, with familiar bone structure. I almost recognized him. He waved. He didnt say whether it was a hello or good bye. I wasnt sure. He wouldnt make eye contact, though I was looking right at him. I dont think he was from around here. He felt as though he belonged to another galaxy. There was nothing I could do. I turned… and walked away. No matter where you go, you take yourself with you. and I closed the door. and no one has heard from me since.
Here’s week 3 of this year’s inktober ☻
Day 15: Weak. I'm always afraid to hold tiny animals like kittens or puppies, they're so fragile ;--;
Lol hahahaha....I'm so damn #weak 👻👻👻 bro he couldn't be my spades partner either...😂😂😂 *Real tears* nicca *real tears*
Inktober2018 day 15: weak(ness)
You don't notice
The everlasting sorrow
That's drowning out
The life in my eyes.
I'm weeping inside,
But you're only seeing
Soft flesh
Carrying a fabric
That lays loosely over my body.
I am but merely an item,
That had been claimed
The moment you rest your body
Against mine.
All my self worth plummeted
In a matter of seconds,
And I have never felt so ashamed.
~ceramic-feelings
I am feeble to the winds of your words and the gaze of your azure orbs