lizziface
i'm not wearing one anymore. and it shows. there is no mystery here. sadness. some hope. but mostly a quiet knowing that had i chosen otherwise i would have probably ended up somewhere else and been just as unfulfilled.
rolling. grinding. now bald. they have spun out. there is no more time to rotate. you missed that opportunity. it's time to get replacements. hopefully you make enough money now... so you can afford to invest in something with a deeper tread.
i am in need of it. or maybe i have too many of them. either way, my tentacles are all over the place and i am bleeding ink everywhere. cloudy mist of memories. words surround me and i can't choose which ones to grab out and shove into my mouth...