There are parts of meI've deniedVersions of meI've defiedPaths I've chosenOthers left behindShedLike skinOf another timeAll this doneBrought me hereFace to faceBut not quite clearWith a personI've knownNowCome to fearHe is the finalThe outcomeThe oneThe personI've decidedTo become
When we contemplateThrough quiet observationWe see a face is a reflectionReceptive to changeWhen you act, you reactThe repetition ripplesinto wrinkles of the eye Eugi's Weekly Prompt: Observation
"Sir, it's not a touch screen.""Why not? Everything else is.""Because its my face."
The city lights spread out below me. Each bursting into existence with a sudden shock that fights back at the darkness. They shine out like cheerful faces, drawing the attention they desire, illuminating one another, sharing in the glow of recognition. They are all different, but from here they look the same. Crowded … Continue reading Faceless
Wash before wear, a warning I should have followed. I'm finally ready to talk about it, maybe even laugh, but I need to make sure no one else suffers the same fate. I've never been one for buying cheap clothing, but a students money has to stretch, and no matter the budget a … Continue reading Wash before wear