Has lines that suggest a rather temperate sort of disposition. Not to say that it’s completely devoid of any sort of fleeting emotion; just that these instances were sparse. Has the full ability to smile and when it happens I feel all the men around me stop in their tracks. The world shakes and time stops and mountains move and I watch them in a state of trans fixation. And everything is significant. But not really right? Like the inconstant moon, the smile fades just as quickly as it was produced and they’re left wondering if anything is significant.
Cracks on porcelain. Mold under expensive veneer. Fake skin and printed paper hue with apathetic eyes staring at a bright screen. I’m surprised at how quickly irritated I became. But I grit my teeth and think about how lovely it looks from far away.
A bolt of electricity and hurried heartbeats. A tiny shell of a person and a voice of tiny exasperated breathes.
It felt warm immediately.