Pushed Into The Present

I knocked on the door,I could hear the rustle inside,The door opened to admit me,Disappointment, the sigh implied.I entered the house,My memories were strung inside,From present, I scurried away like a mouse,I was glad, in my brain, I could hide. Even when I leave you,You turn up here time and again,If there is one thing

Opinions On My Past Self

What was the first word which came into your mind when you saw the above photo? Creepy? Eyes? Face? Girl? For me, it was perceptions. This photo displays that one thing/person can be judged differently by many different eyes. Since I am just one person and can not read other’s brains, I thought of a