A wide open scar
A battle of problematic person – eager, hopeful, fighting fit and rather… unnaturally real.
A hazard of storm warns against all mental inactivity within, the face which carries a fallen movement of its own – cries for complete clarity, and asking, both begging, for these self-indulgent forms of fond, fond fogiveness
Again, if we could just turn the mirror one-eighty… and see… something just as pretty
As they wish that they would do of me