A simple caress can hypnotise even the strongest of hearts.

My downfall?

Your gaze in my direction.

I'm a slave to your whims.

You don't know it yet.

I don't expect you to notice, infact,

Don't.






If I can content myself in watching,

Breathing in your life as you let it slip past and,

Holding what little fate grants me tightly in one hand then,

Maybe,

Living could be effortless.

Then again,




I have no illusions about life.







I've spent years made of glass.

I can see right through myself.

Invisible in mirrors.

Aware only of imperfections.

Any flaw,

That can't be called 'art.'






You see through me just as well as,

I do.

Effortlessly.

Seamlessly.

I don't exist, except to stand in the shadow of long-stemmed flowers.