I gaze into my own greenish eyes
in the mirror ahead.
It is summertime,
I am elsewhere.
My eyebrows are untamed,
growing like wild grass,
as if they owned my face.
Freckles trace constellations
upon my rubicund,
sunburnt features.
My hair grew back,
it is brighter than in winter
and smells like sea salt.
How peaceful it is to feel like me again.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
I gaze into my own greenish eyes
in the mirror ahead.
It is summertime,
I am elsewhere.
My eyebrows are untamed,
growing like wild grass,
as if they owned my face.
Freckles trace constellations
upon my rubicund,
sunburnt features.
My hair grew back,
it is brighter than in winter
and smells like sea salt.
How peaceful it is to feel like me again.
Just an old work I had to write for some literature class in high school. It's probably a very common feeling, but it's okay. ***