Fear can be described as the image I must endure everyday, the wan visage that stares back at me in disdain and defiance.
When did this horrific transformation occur? The comedic and cliche wage endless battle for dominance on that woe. Self deprecation is either savior or villain—depending on the time of day.
Damn time’s passage.
Life would certainly be more streamlined if vanity were not a ghost appendage of my now defunct glory.
I would love nothing more than to blame life (or lack thereof), blame my relationship, blame eternal ill luck, but I would only be deluding myself.
I love the way you weave those lovely words into your story. Great job!
Thank you so very much! Happy writing!
Such a sense of pain and disappointment. Beautifully constructed Phynne.
Thank you so much, Rebecca!