Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Theres an awe that takes flutter in your chest, when you see a multitude of empty faces around you. They each have thoughts, different to those you think. Experiences that are both similar, yet different to yours. But their eyes blink and well up with liquid that they too often do not understand. Their lips smile and kiss, and scream, just as often. Someone broke them and made them who they are. Someone broke them and they had to fix themselves.