She's got Wander eyes. Sadly it died on a pocketfull of secrets. No longer looking in a distance, all she cares about is how the cigarette shes holding in between the gap of her fingers can kill the loneliness of a dying soul.
"I dont even know what im thinking or doing" She whispers close to the window while starting at nowhere, its raining outside. The chair in front of her is empty. The gap between her and reality is worse, she got nobody that can look into her eyes and heart in the depth. So she burried all the things she felt and she saw to the very ground of a broken hearty part of her life, just like how she puts off the cigarette.
- by A