Desdemona Darcei

Sometimes I want to dissolve and just go the way I came…but I can’t. Synthesized sugars, styrofoam cups, dye in my hair, nail polish and false fabrics. Now I [think] am finally who I have always wanted to be. I wonder if people will see me from my past and be suprised at who I am now. Or perhaps people will see that everything is a distraction from who it is that lives within and tries to speak without breathing….Without thinking. I came as nothing more than a naked being so small so insignificant. And now I am so much older and so much wiser. My knowledge, my shoes, my aesthetics are going to let people see that I am something. Why else would I dress how I do or say what I say? It is the same reason we all do what we do. We all have looked so near and far for a form of acceptance. Whether we intimidate people, please people, or react somewhere in between we all want people to talk about us and have respect for us. The funny thing behind coolness is the mysterious air that goes with it. Just wanting people to see, respect all that I am but getting to know me will truly destroy it. And the fact is that I am not that cool so I will shut up and act mysterious.
That is death. We are bound with all these people that help make this world what it is. Whether we love to hate it, hate to love it, or we can live in peaceful contentedness, we must respect that. We will never be more than that same kid who came out. One day we will go back to the ground the way we came and we will never ever be able to take anything with us.

Admit it..everyone is too wrapped up in their own thing to really notice how much time you put into your outfit today, or even how genuine a person is. Instead..sit back with knowing eyes. breathe. have faith. live.