This is my Poetic Justice.
My home away from home.
My mind in black and white, never spoken verbally.
Only to those I deem worthy.
Worthy enough.
Those I can honestly trust.
Like a lover whose lover is only for “loving” with lust.
Not giving away my thoughts, just a loan.
Still at the end of the day I feel I’m in my “home” alone.
.Ebony
Well…
I took the jean pants leg…..cut it into a smaller square…….hand sewed (i have no sewing machine at the moment) it up……put an elastic string to it so it would fit perfectly around my small neck…….annnnnd….yeah…..
In the background are my unfinished shorts…….which i may or may not finish today.
My new icon :D
Pitty The Fool!
