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Little Stories in Big Places
I silence my thoughts as it cries
come here, come here
talk to me, talk to me.
My eyes glimmer and
glance towards you, ready to
look away if you turn,
but you don't, you don't.
My lips they say: Just leave
I don't care, I don't care.
My heart, it hurts
because I do.
Elana Wong
I like to think I'm a bit of an eccentric old git but my photo's, for me personally anyway, make me feel emotions. I like reading poems and if I see a goodun I will set out and about in some way or another and turn it into a visual representation.
