Look at me
Blood shot eyes, white trails on my cheeks could be traced all the way down to my bossom, white flakes diligently guarding the entrance of my non flared nostrils all the way down to my chapped lips, it was rather disturbing or should I say disgusting. This was me before you
Look at me
White crystal eyes accesorised by a flare of hope and a glimmer of peace, i could swear they were smiling. I felt beautiful.
It was not only that i looked it but that i knew it too, the confidence that accompanied that knowledge was unprecedented, nothing could stop me.
Look at me, I was home
I am home.