I like pure. I like soul. I like nothingness. Sometimes the eyes say it all. There is no need for a smile; no need for expression. When you have eyes so pure, that is enough. They truly are the windows to the soul.
Lily with her bed hair – awake for only a little while, staring out the window. The glassy eyes, squishy lips and her little piggy nose. Purity at it’s best.
I do wonder, at this point, what she was thinking. I never thought to ask so I guess I’ll never know.
by nicolera
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