Hunger. His eyes watching down his prey. Stare so deep it reaches her insides. Scoping through , searching to find the movies in her mind. She blocks it , placing a wall , the light comes bouncing off the glass window and back to the wide eyes staring. Shook. “Nice to meet you.” He caresses her hand with a sunflower kiss. Leaving her with his musk scent lingering behind with another movie.
Often I find myself questioning everything is it worth it? why do I care? why do I contemplate? Seems like everytime I'm around someone I can't seem to get it right I keep to myself but then it becomes an issue people think I'm out of touch or just lost far from that more like ready to burst too honest at times I would say and I guess some can't handle it and just rather not come my way Truth hurts it's part of the reason I rather wear my heart on my sleeve no need to deceive I'll let you keep thinking you know what's going on and it's exactly what you see.
Every time my mother tells me "Go outside, talk to people" I oblige, saying I will. But the screen in front of me is relaxing. It holds music, silence, sadness, happiness. Sure, it may be a measly electronic device, but it's just occurred to me that my friends are this device. People I've met on here, people I've known. I can access them at any time in the world. And it may be destroying our social interactions, but don't you think our social interactions are on here, Mother?