#the empty face

you never knew why you did this

There's a purpose to everything and everything is a purpose. At the end of the day, you have it all. Eyes in the mirror. You take the contacts out and blink until the world unblurs.

hungry void with a back to it

People reaching, people touching, a real celebration. You wait and wait but it never seems to change. No one else is waiting. You peel your face off and rub down your skin.

no remembrance eighteen eighteen

tired pale glassy eyes