I didn’t want to know it and now I do so it’s hard to hide it from myself
All I see is what everyone else sees and I hate it as well.
I can’t even hide it with my own pride as I have none for anything
It must be the strangest thing to be beautiful,
And have something like me show up.
Well it still hurts but I can’t blame you.
It hurts just as much as being invisible due to it does.
Real life glaring back in the glass
The poor sore eyes.
A face only a person who has seen so many faces it doesn’t matter anymore
Could love.
So far away.
Hey,
I have so many things I want to say, but can’t say because I’m afraid and nothing at all is working.
Hey brother
Okay that one was a bit weird.
Someday the number will reach the number, how many others I wonder
If it makes a difference or is just a thought
Folding paper birds
On repeat.
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