Don’t look at me for I’m ordinary. Muddy brown eyes and messy black hair- skin the colour of coffee stains.
Don’t love me. I have nothing to give. A lifeless body moving, a prisoner to my own thoughts, a hopeless soul wandering.
Don’t touch me; I’m the flame that never stops burning, the fire that destroys everything… 🕯
“He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn’t. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.” ― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
Note: Hi readers. It’s been a few months since I last posted, I hope everyone is in good health and writing lovely pieces. 🌻 Thanks to everyone who kept in touch via email. Love always! -a