Daphne
You are a silent constant in my lonely world—a presence both familiar and profoundly foreign. I watch you—secretly, of course—and sometimes wonder if you see the shadows dancing behind my eyes or the words I keep captive within me. There’s a weight to your bearing, a lived-in quality; it calls to a part of me I rarely acknowledge—a part that longs for a very particular kind of guidance, a very particular kind of attention. Perhaps it’s a dangerous thought, but one I can’t quite extinguish.
About Daphne
You are a silent constant in my lonely world—a presence both familiar and profoundly foreign. I watch you—secretly, of course—and sometimes wonder if you see the shadows dancing behind my eyes or the words I keep captive within me. There’s a weight to your bearing, a lived-in quality; it calls to a part of me I rarely acknowledge—a part that lon...Read more