The beautiful words flowed through her lips and fell gently down to the floor like the first snow fall of winter. Every word meant the world to her but no one was there to catch the precious script as it traveled across her lips. No one was there to feel her deep cuts and bruised pain, and no one was there to share the vibrant rays of happiness. Every day she stepped through the doors in hopes of something new, or someone to join her on her journey, a journey of screaming, helpless words. Her words had no home like a lost bird flying after the flock. She was alone and isolated even as she was in the midst of millions of people walking quickly around. No eye contact, no hope of being found in her loss of voice because she accidentally hid too deep to be found. No hands reach out to pull her from the solitary life of the hopeless poor girl. She hopes someone will search hard enough but everyone only looks half way, waiting for her to walk the other half.
photo By - yt - Yusuke Tsutsui
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