course of my mood perhaps.

poem by Sylvia Plath.

Little things mean much to me...so ignore my blabber.

the needle: need to repair and make; the skeleton in eyes: desperation leading to death; repair sign on a four-way road: you're trapped and the road itself serves as a bandage; bald: I don't know, there's a sort of release without hair...IDK SORRY; puzzle piece face (I've seen this before...perhaps in YUGIOH LOL: fake skin=fake person; huge eyes: windows to soul, it tells all; DO NOT FEED THE MODELS sign: media says that to us, doesn't it?