ioanaiuliana

I'm looking in a mirrow... Dark brown eyes are looking at me and are asking if I like the face in the mirrow... Those eyes started to look up at a black curly hair and then down.... But those eyes cannot look into my heart and mind... They cannot find out what my feelings are or what I'm thinking...They cannot see the water inside me, the water that boils and makes me the way I am... The stubborn water that makes my life the way it is right now...