We all carry skulls.
Some weigh us down with unsavoury moments from the past.
Others house thoughts,
That bounce off the vertices of our brains.
But nothing tops an artistic skull.
It's detail paints the picture of a tale once told.
The definition in the cheekbones
Tell a story of discipline
The forehead represents the nest the sun rays kiss, time and time again.
Before sunset is replaced by moonlight and a starlit sky.
The eye holes acted as the gateway from my soul to your heart.
But no story is best told,
Than the trench that the human nose sits on.
For it anchors the direction we choose to journey along in life.
Photo credit: @Drifter IG
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