Locked out

my body looks model skinny. makes me wanna go on a photo shoot.

drained in spirit, overflowing in a sugar high

heritage wonderland

this used to be my play land and all the inhabitants living on the shelves and all the visitors with their squeaky metal cars, were my friends. we used to laugh and converse. now they just stare and ask why i'm there. what? do i not belong anymore?

Loud statements silenced

Kisses with spark

Kisses with spark