It is my book. My face in the book. Me crying, me laughing. My soul hanging out. Out on the wall, out!
It is my life. It’s all in the book. Me showing, me hiding. But who is to look? Into the very me, me into them, in?
Amazed, bored, shamed, adored – it’s all in the book. Here I am. That’s what it took. It’s all on my face, I shout!
Face in the frame. Frame in the book. Connecting frames. Life’s sorrows and fames. Is it me in the outbound bin?
It is my book. Or is it a hook? Tracing me, for others to see?
16 thoughts on “Facebook”
Something different from you tiny. I like it! 🙂
Happy you like my “experiment”, Jackie 🙂
I thought I’d add to the debate on the privacy issue 🙂
What a great face
Thanks! It’s one of my favorite shots 🙂
I love the creativity you displayed.
Thank you! It’s a bit different, happy you like it.
Very nice–coming out of our comfort zones often leads to growth 🙂
Let us hope so 🙂 Thanks!
Ooh…I suspect there is more to this story/poem. Looking forward to seeing more!
Oh, there was…at the time I wrote this poem. But I’ve let it go…learning from you 🙂
Thank you Matti! Have a great weekend.
simply excellent… magnfique! 🙂 btw, I don’t have a FB account, but I do have a visible face and lots of books… 🙂 I often wonder: do I really exist?!… 😉 my very best and cheers, Mélanie
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P.S. I did write about FB here – if you’re interested, of course: 🙂