I want to comfort the world

I want to comfort the world,  but the world does not accept me.  It does not want the gentle warnings of a mother,  who can then comfort you...

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Who’s That Girl?

Yes, you see her sitting at the end of the hallway weirdly overdressed (but only you do not know what event she attended beforehand), but never the less seated & writing, Her hair falls around her face, her bangs dangle just above her right eye – so from this angle with her head titled down & preoccupied by whatever she’s scribbling on the page, you can’t make at her face & the bits you can see could only be identifiable to you – red lips, curly (dry) hair, glasses that only further from her eyes & face blocking who she is to you like some conventional superhero attempt to hide her identity. You all know all too well that staring would become creepy but approaching & attempting to ask her for her name could be preserved all the same & could scare her off.

Shh.

She’s in her natural habitat.


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