Every damn night, for years of my life, I've spent driving around this miserable city.
Just looking through windows at people alone, for an answer, a reason to live.
But every day since, I've been peeling away at this counterfeit skin that just got in the way.
I can see my reflection, and clearly can say, "It's a pleasure to meet you again."

Patrons got to see this 3 days early at my Patreon! There's also a bit more explanation there for this piece. If you're not the kind for Patreon but want to toss a buck or two my way, you're also welcome to head over to Ko-fi.

Enjoy my guy, Bruce~ Critiques welcomed as always.