Heart Hole

Please draw a skin for me to protect my broken soul after being transported through time. Please draw me curved smiling eyes and raised corners of my mouth. No eyes, no tears. At least it seemed that I was intact and happy. This is a life that is a little different, with unclear right and wrong, and an unlikable heroine. Life is never a novel. There are too many things and too cruel things, but we have to face them. When we can't face it. . Maybe, this all should end like this story. . .