'The mask grew to perfection in time
But for the windows to the soul, lost in frozen haze
Do friends wonder why it is, then,
The more they care for me, the less they catch my gaze?'

Number 1 of the 100-picture challenge. The first piece of the caffeine-ness yesterday, but fixed cause it was too freaky in its original state. *looks at picture* It's still freaky-lookin' to me, but what can you expect a drugged-up girl to do at the time? This is a greatly exaggerated depiction of the mask I have worn for a very long time now.

'Windows to the soul' of course referring to the eyes. When I first meet people, I can stare them down for a long time for the most part. The more I get to know them, and they me, I may meet their eyes, but very briefly if at all. Being a Water-y person, my skin behind the mask is frozen. >.>

I want all these pieces to mean someone to me.