Neon shines through smokey eyes... |
Photos to express. Words to digress. |
Frozen with fear.
The ticking I hear is for a time I am not a part of.
Stuck.
Slow movements.
Memory may lie, but it can still recognize what one’s eyes cannot see.
Shortened breath.
Holding back.
No.
Don’t do it.
Lump.
…
…
Anger.
If only I could control my breath.
I’d forgotten how strong this feeling was.
