pokerface

Another attempt at writing a coherent and sensible post.

Another attempt at happiness and security. Stability. Comfort.

Another attempt. Wasted? Not certain as yet. But failed, absolutely.

The tears are raw but everything else is numb. My face has succumbed to an expressionless mask, tinged with ivory concealer and rosy-melon blush.

Failed. Failed.

And I stop for a moment to empty my mobile of its contents.

If only I could empty my mind of its thoughts as easily, I'd be at peace.