Here I come again to sit on my haunches and gaze at the difficulties that occupy my mind instead of...
Ten healthy fingers!
...like pearls try to sink to the bottom of the sea. Beautiful enough to fool your eyes and all, but incapable of turning themselves into a wearable piece of jewellery...
I don’t understand.
I don't understand how some people write so beautifully when they feel so ugly inside, And I don't understand how some people turn the simplest words into....
They’re YOUR Roots.
Some, a horrific pale-white while some, a disgusting brownish-black. Pushing us away and pulling us back. Some seem incomprehensible and unknown while some...
Have I lost my sight?
You sit on my bony thighs, unable to find comfort but refusing to find it somewhere else.
A wave of Talking air.
~I am on the roadside. My face covered in dust that should have been thrown on yours. My nerves, motionless. And my eyes, fixed, on that tiny speck of light, driving away....
I’m sorry.
I couldn't. I just couldn't and I don't understand why.
