These are the faces I never want to forget... They elude my mind like a far but very present sore at the back of my scaled vision. I beg for the scales to be lifted so I may finally see truth. That perhaps, in suffering these faces find peace. That their ashen skin may be a facade for the oil annointed souls that live within. Their tears form pools around my feet. They dampen my toes drowning them in warm waters of stories untold. These are the faces i cannot forget. Their small hands reach out craving for a single touch, rough and hard and fearful still they yearn. A line of 'eye-water' traces a harsh line on my watching soul.