- Vol. 08
- Chapter 02
If I told you to describe me to a stranger
Where would you start?
With my colour, my gender, my clothes, my hair?
How would you draw my features?
With crayon, a paintbrush, ink or pen?
Cover your eyes! It’s a party for the lonesome
Are you less judgmental, your senses heightened?
Listen to my voice, its tone and timbre
Breathe me in. Breathe me out.
Is the aroma expensive, generous, cruel or kind?
What if it’s only you who can’t see, what then?
Would you still trust me in your space?
Does the easy prejudice of others intimidate you?
There’s a party for the lonesome.
I think you should go.