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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