Her presence.


I saw her. That girl. I feel like i've seen her before. Those piercing eyes. Looking at me. That stare; that very familiar stare. Burning through my skin. Like carvings on a block of wood. Riffing my flesh so very gently. Something that she'll leave with me for the rest of my life. Something that belonged to her. That very familiar being.






P.S- i love writing :) But sometimes it just doesn't turn out the way i would have intended for it to turn out.