1999 “Second Skin” Alek Wek photographed by Gilles Bensimon
I am always alone.
And on my bitter days a lonely soul.
Solitude may take its toll on empty hearts that want it all.
I’m filled with words; wanting dreams, digesting life to remain unseen.
The ones that are invisible, too gone to click with these solicited crowds,
their spark to be alive and proud, not found
until the smoke clears.
Dreamers, wishers, thinkers.
Cutters, tweakers, drinkers.
Releases to find common ground with others, but parallel to humanity…
What is an outsider?