I’ve been watching you for a while now…
You’ve been sat there motionless, unmoving, unfazed…
You can’t seem to find yourself anymore, huh?
Your makeup is sat there waiting for its use to come to play.
Yet you set your eyes upon the reality in an imitator. I doubt you’ll see much change in that regard… This is not your usual routine, you get up at 10 everyday and begin to apply layers and layers of facial products, which are just a pour of self depreciation. You’re faded, You then take that same cold shower, as you dance in the shimmering flames that burn your clean skin, your curves and sharp edges are always busying themselves imagining the embrace of a world you’re not part of to begin with. Hm? what’s up? did your other world not come through? that’s sickening, you deserve to be embraced by everyone, arms that are
not yours, yet you prefer...