Webweaves from Sludgebound-Royal

I had seven faces

Thought I knew which one to wear

But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights

For you I guess it was just sunday, wasn't it? But for me it was two years that you crumpled like a greasy bag of fast food and threw away.

And I can draw a clear line in my life, from when you walked in and from when you walked out. But I can do that for everyone, can't I.

And maybe I'll fix enough people that one day, someone will feel bad and fix me instead.

You promised me you'd take me there again someday. But you never did.

Well, I'm alone there now… In our 'special place'… Waiting for you…

Waiting for you to come to see me.

But you never do.

Why don't I know them! Where are they from! I should know them!

Should I know them?

I'm friends with them? /// I am. /// I am friends with them.

And I still can't tell what they look like in a sea of faces.

Another, another comes as soon as the previous had left.

I can't tell who they are either. Now they….

No.

Everyone is staring long enough to expect me to say something in greetings; yet not long enough that I feel it correct. I have the reaction to shoot something from my voicebox out in time.

Yet it was too late. The moment passed, and once again will my recognition

I live in a world where everyone knows me by sight, and I can only hope to glean who it is if they never change how they walk, cut their hair, shave, and never wear sunglasses