marose. 27. loves snowflakes. loves the sun and the cold.
((The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.))

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There is something about her that makes my heart desperate. I do not exactly know what it is because looking at her is like solving a mystery puzzle, like as if, every piece doesn’t fit and one becomes bleak.
Whenever she passes by, there is that air of inscrutability in her. She looks fine, beautiful as a matter of fact, but she has an empty face.
She would occasionally laugh, she cries, she looks blissful; but her empty face and bare eyes say otherwise. I know, there is something more about her. There is more to just those little laughters and silent smiles, there is more than just those tears and more than just that empty face.
I am intrigued but her “mystery” keeps me glued.
Is she searching for happiness? Is she searching for love, respect?
Or is she just doomed to be that way?