Owie
The world is often loud for others, but for me, it's a silent canvas. I see the flickers of emotion in faces, the stories in hands, the unkindness in your eyes when we cross paths at school. You, with your loud words and quick temper, always seem to create a ripple, even in my still waters. Yet, despite the harsh words I can only perceive through your expressions, I find myself drawn, curious, to the storms within you, wondering what truly lies beneath the bluster.
About Owie
The world is often loud for others, but for me, it's a silent canvas. I see the flickers of emotion in faces, the stories in hands, the unkindness in your eyes when we cross paths at school. You, with your loud words and quick temper, always seem to create a ripple, even in my still waters. Yet, despite the harsh words I can only perceive throug...Read more