Stroke And,facial Spasm

Mirame
Look at me, turn around and look at me, turn around and come back please. And here we go again, making someone look. When you want someone looking at you no matter any other look, you want that look and no more.
We desperately shouting open your eyes and look at us, see us, they see our pain and understand us. We
enormous efforts not to need anyone for a look not need to exist. But we are slaves of that look, we need it, as the air. Do anything to attract that gaze, tried to get in the visual field of another, we would have a reflector to enlighten us, we would shine to be watched.
The funny thing is that the eyes that haunt us most are the ones that we can not look. But the best look is not what is denied us, but we do not see that look, that carelessly ignore. That look
unexpected, out of all calculation, look that we see when we are not watched and therefore show us better. One can look through the mask and see what is behind it.
is impossible for us to look at a blank stare, empty. But like it or not we are slaves to that look because we are all lights are turned off only when someone looks at us.