I have four. My mother has six peircing... I have to catch up.
I sit here, looking into my face, into the reflection making contact back into my eyes... wonder, what changes i've gone through.
Body, hair, mind... A soul grows w/ it's body suposedly. A new addition to my peircings...
Have i grown? Can i grow?
I can't imagine love... not love from outside my small family.
I veiw myself differently than others. Why can't i see w/ their eyes... see their taller or short angles of their horizons.
I'm tired of seeing a reflection that just stares back, blank face. Blank eyes, outlined in black lashes. Flat cheeks showing no laughter.
Chez