It's the hiding that frightens me. Sometimes, when I stare into the looking glass, I catch a shadowy glimmer–– there, in the eyes. A ghost buried deep within, hovering from view like a long lost secret, covered beneath the dusts of time. It scurries away from my beckoning fingers, nestling out of sight; a whisper, always locked away, forever hidden.Image from Things She Loves on Tumblr.
