like the eye of a needle without thread,
i see the hole in my heart that once again goes unstitched,
and am forced to repaint my mask
i see the hole in my heart that once again goes unstitched,
and am forced to repaint my mask
lelaina:
hey stranger. I'm unsure if this journal is telling me you're unhappy....? regardless, I'm smiling at you.
maddog_hoek:
i'm a little empty but not unhappy if that makes sense. more just trying to flex my metaphor power with some writing upcoming.