i don’t recognize myself in the mirror anymore. i don’t recognize the slant of these cheekbones and the grimace on these lips. i have become a map to uncharted territories and                                     i am adrift                    in the straits of forgotten smile lines.                                     i am lost                    in the valleys of hollow laughs. and these skies won’t guide me home.
s.a.s. | clipped wings #4










