The eyeliner that finally stayed put

Spent two hours on the winged liner tonight—no, not for a show, just me and my reflection at 3am, the kind of quiet where the city feels like it’s holding its breath. Used that old felt-tip I’d given up on, the one that always bled into the crease. But tonight, something clicked: I pressed the tip to my lash line with the weight of a thought, not a gesture. It didn’t smudge. Didn’t vanish by dawn. Just sat there, sharp and sure, like it knew I was trying. Felt like a small victory. Not fame, not applause—just proof that some things, when you stop rushing, stay.