in every      single    picture of me

you will      see  

    dark circles  under my eyes.

I am very good at nonsense. She typed whilst leaning against a pale wall. 

So very good, people will never understand me. 

Not a single self pitying emotion underlies that typed thought.  

Some formless expression of guilt however, conveying absolutely no promise of retribution or even self improvement, followed very quickly. and then she stood and tucked a dead plant undertheearth. 

‘rest here’ she said. then wandered away.