Eyes.
I can't see them. I can't see myself from my view.
I don't like my view from a mirror. My voice and my body don't match.
"What do I do?", I ask myself.
The answer: I don't look a mirror. I don't worry about how others see me. I don't worry about how I look.
Inspire myself with time and ignore the truth.
I know the truth will come find me one day, but for now I'll focus on what I need to do and what I want to do.
I say to myself. "I'm not looking for another pair of eyes. I'm looking for my place in this world, not another crack in the plate. I'm too busy building a new plate to worry about new cracks. I want to add a bowl along with my plate."
So why am I worrying about these scratch like pains that'll heal when I can patch 'em up and move on to my real troubles?
Probably 'cause they're hard to forget and easier to notice.
*shake head*
That's not important. What's important is what you do after the scratching pains.
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Inspiration: Thoughts...
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Date: 3/16/2017
Done. Took a while...
- SilverStarDraco
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