Wrinkles on a face.
Are they simply age lines?
No, they are rather story lines.
Our unique lines,
they tell our own unique stories.
Are we proud of them?
are we scared of them?
Would we rather erase them, pretending time has not gone by
covering the pain of the life that once was
with a mask
and simply become
the re-arranged cover of an untold story
encased in an decaying