So many of us walk through life
Filling our days with empty actions
Just longing to be loved.
With an admirer in our shadows
Too awestruck to speak up
Too nervous to be seen.
And we too blind to see what we were looking for.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
So many of us walk through life
Filling our days with empty actions
Just longing to be loved.
With an admirer in our shadows
Too awestruck to speak up
Too nervous to be seen.
And we too blind to see what we were looking for.
I wanted to capture how many of us see ourselves as nothing special, when to others we are the sun and moon, and just as out of reach as the stars...
