“Am I scary?” she wonders, looking at her reflection in the mirror
Looking at herself in the eyes… the eyes, just so… “remember, the eyes are the mirror of the soul!” used to say the great grandmother… she repeated it so many times that she can see straight to the soul now, yes. that’s how it must have been
and she found out that people don’t like it that much, being so naked… they withdraw, they get scared, they get mad…
but she can’t help it, it’s not something she controls, as soon as she looks she sees in the depths of others’ souls, reading their signs, reading their folds
and sometimes it feels good, it feels… powerful? Yes, it’s a matter of power
but when those who withdraw in fear are those she knows? well… in that case it hurts, it hurts really bad
you still haven’t told me who is “she”…
she… Amelie, Angelica, Desdemona, it’s just SHE and all three can ask themselves that same question
all three already asked themselves more than once
and what do they answer?
“no one will ever hug me”
mi dici dove inizia questo viaggio? vorrei leggerlo da capo per capire meglio
e poi sono tutti sotto la categoria “vintage” (anche se qua e là c’è qualcos’altro che non centra nulla, ma si nota, quind no problem!)
Parto anch’io dal principio 😉
Mi fa piacere ^_^
Proprio quando iniziavo a pensare che questi post non se li filasse nessuno e che quindi fosse il caso di smettere di pubblicarli!