The thin ice skin,
that is my face...

has already begun to melt away.

Lines intricately weaved,
intertwined like a blanket of the weakest silk thread.

Representing many things...

pain

wasted time

love untamed

present danger

twisted fate

blessed motherhood

suicidality

a trapeze life,
without a rescue net

Interchanging highways that lead a strangers eyes,
right back to mine.

Amazing indeed...


I'm still able to see.