(no subject)
she turned, glancing at him
he sat on the old worn bed in the bleak room at the end of the hall
to anyone else he wasnt special or of any importance,
but to her... he really was something
she viewed him the way a kaleidoscope focuses ugly peices of glass into beautifully intricate designs...
perfection within mediocrity
he sat on the old worn bed in the bleak room at the end of the hall
to anyone else he wasnt special or of any importance,
but to her... he really was something
she viewed him the way a kaleidoscope focuses ugly peices of glass into beautifully intricate designs...
perfection within mediocrity