His eyes screamed. They had something to say, but expected not to be heard. They muffled their truth under heavy lids and heroin. I wanted to pry them open, gripping lashes between my knuckles, prying and praying for their message. They begged for love and to be listened to. They begged to be stripped…
It’s funny to think that we are all the same.You scoff in disbelief, what a bloody shame.
We distance ourselves claiming intelligence and beliefs,Separate our consciousness, though we share the same grief.
It is hard to be an attractive woman. Not so much in a boo-hoo poor me way. But there are many difficulties that come into play, relationship…