i am afraid,
i am no more,
the girl to look at clouds,
because, this world,
has made me realise,
that my eyes,
must belong to my feet alone.
— yet, i still yearn to stare at clouds;
so i wore shoes with mirrors encrusted.
through worn childhood threads, my home seams apart. · part two of woven shreds. More
i am afraid,
i am no more,
the girl to look at clouds,
because, this world,
has made me realise,
that my eyes,
must belong to my feet alone.
— yet, i still yearn to stare at clouds;
so i wore shoes with mirrors encrusted.