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.
Dear, please forgive me for stopping following you for a time. You are such an enchanting writer, I really don't know what I was thinking. All my love. x
ReplyDeleteMy dear, I can't imagine what you admire me for. I have achieved nothing great. Instead of being an object of admiration, I would much rather be considered a friend. ♥
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely writing you have here! I hope you don't mind me following you. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, dear! This shimmers with enigma. :)
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