Wrong Way or EXIT ?
:thumb330870371:Forme 2 by HOMER65
When she intents to pose like 60'ies by Hermetic-Wingsasteroids by wroquephotography
:thumb336384252:Static by FalseMaria
:thumb199894451:Doubts no. 4 by Philliewig
l'envers du decors by Izaaaaa:thumb318578111:
LIFE by MeralSarioglu:thumb164491294:
2~ by mando-damonMauritius - Abri bus by graphistolage
married by Batscebaone_three_three by OskarAlfons
SmilesSometimes my life wont be what it seems.
Masked behind stories and broken old dreams.
Ignorance is only bliss to those who dont know
Leaving me to bleed and suffer in this woe.
Engaged in this play that we all assume.
Safe in a fantasy till we are consumed.
Alone. She is alone
always has been,
& always would be
If not for the words.
They whisper to her
in the darkness
And tickle the hair
of her neck
& footprints in her heart.
They tell her to run,
& like the pages of a book,
she is closed.
But written on pages
& in books
and stories will find a way to be told.
So she writes,
about ink stains,
& the colors on the water
that fall from her eyes.