zebrasindenver

It’s so beautiful and strange how when you’re so wrapped up in someone, you just don’t see their face, they’re just this amorphous fleshy blob that you love for all they can be and even all they aren’t.

It isn’t till that spotlight you’ve shone on them fades, that you begin to notice things, the problems, the cracks, even their face.

And after it’s all come tumbling down, crashing and burning, that months later, you dig up the courage to look over all those photos, and then you notice, it’s just a face, a face you used to love and hate, and move worlds for, is nothing more than ink on paper, pixels in the void.