You.

I do not see you when I close my eyes, I see a darkness which is you. I do not see your face when I open my eyes, but you are the reason I open them. You are not my first thought in the morning, nor my last before I sleep. You are in every... Continue Reading →

Alone.

Alone - what a melancholic word. You want soiree, klatsch for your kaffee - the more the merrier. You dress your part, the shinier the better; you spritz your choice scent, smear the red lipstick, let your tresses loose or up in a do. It’s a promising evening, but mascara should be waterproof. You never... Continue Reading →

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