All these faces, ghostly smiles,
Disappearing in a haze of irregular laughs,
As I fade into the background tapestry
Of other people’s lives;
The daylight shines onto the abandoned threads;
I fade away.
All these faces, ghostly smiles,
Disappearing in a haze of irregular laughs,
As I fade into the background tapestry
Of other people’s lives;
The daylight shines onto the abandoned threads;
I fade away.
‘Disappearing in a haze of irregular laughs’
Oh, this is so ace! Thank you, Story Girl.
LikeLiked by 1 person