facing in…
And I see it coming around the corner again, and I`m trying to pretend its not really coming again. I find I can block it out and ignore, the noise of the day is a great distraction. Until again the silence comes. Showing me the inward face, facing in. Seeing all the things I chose not to. Trying not to see again, the same repeating pattern. The veil of illusion is a pleasant path to be lead astray. So unlocking the door, being found again. Inward facing what I despise more than anything else. Myself.
S.
