EvangeleneClaire

hate is the only emotion people take seriously anymore. when she looks in the mirror and is scared of everything in that nakedness, with a faltering glance behind; she feels society's approving nod.

Sometimes, I feel so very sorry for the letters that I write. Born onto a blank page and trapped there all their lives. No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet; standing in a lonely row just to express my thoughts as words, and yet, completely unable to express their own. They lie paralyzed in their birthplace lacking the ability to grow and learn. Immovable to change for the rest of their lives. And sometimes, I wonder to myself, why I choose to be the same.