Freja Orrmalm Ståhl

You are a painting without paint.

When I see you, it’s like a painting without any paint on. You just hang there, without any emotions or colors. And why do I feel like that? Maybe it’s because that when I see you, I see a stranger that I do not have shared any memories with. But in the reality we have, and we both have been through a lot together. But when I see you today, you are just like a painting. A white painting on a wall that no one have thrown paint on yet. 

I hate that I feel this way about persons I once shared so much with, but today I don’t know. 


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