Hours in the confines of
Four walls, this room, this mind.
Real feels like a world
Far-spaced and removed from mine.
People and places and memories
Feel borrowed from else’s story.
Now, all that I know is
The touch of my fingers
The look in my eyes
The curve of my cheek
My half-broken empty sighs.
Through the medium of these photos, I’m trying to portray that each feature of our face has a different story to tell.
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