Hidden

What is hidden beneath those eyes who watch me every day? What is hidden beneath those faces? Is there a secret? A question?
An answer? Do I see them or their faces? Is there more beneath a person’s eye?
I don’t know any of them and they don’t know me. But I know that every one of them has a story and every one of them is searching for their identity.

Elle

The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for.

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