I remember the first time you saw me, I knew you hadn't really seen me.
The soul in me, the heart of me. Your eyes were glancing away from me,
as you spoke, you were interested in other things,
in what you were saying. You didn't look at me,
to look inside me, but merely to see if I was seeing you.
Journal spread using collage elements, ink, pen, pencil, acrylics, gel medium, my own painted papers.