when you see yourself in the mirror once in a while and discover little tracks running down the aisles of your face where once you spoke in dauntless words through the shifting of your gaze toward a pattern to be broken. Now you discover it, on your shoes or the trousers, a little shepherds herd of used things and sayings of your mother, the father you have never wanted to become. Love yourself.
Veröffentlicht in: Allgemein