pandora's box.

deep inside, a swollen

box of emotions. steel

and cold.

gathering it's dust as it forgets

how to be opened,

now and then just

the slightest shake when her

emotions, they try.

try to sneak out.

even through a key hole of space.

with the settling of

dust, they are

covered and unnoticed

once again.

once again.

building up till one day.

till it bursts and

overflows,

releasing more than the

eye has come

to know.

lines on my skin, clothes on my back.

the clothes we wear are what defines us as people,

they are part of what we base first impressions on.

For me clothes is what makes me who i am, it is a

silent way i can express myself and show who i am without

uttering a word, but screaming it

in appearance.

(an image.)

to label someone on how they look is

is basing your interpretation of how they look

on their character,

their personality and maybe even their beliefs.

which can be very warped idea of how they really

are as a human being.