this is me, 96 floors above the world and partially obscured by the bright light emanating from my just-sipped-a-$15-long-island lips. John Hancock makes a killer cocktail, of this we can all be sure...
this photo captures all my trappings: agates, amazonites, collars, scarves, coats. layers. to beautify, to protect, to warm, to repel. i surround myself with all of it to feel safe, to feel pretty, to keep you away if you're intimidated and keep you guessing if you're interested.
or maybe the trends have finally rendered me unable to wear less than 4 or 5 layers, lengths, colors, and types of clothing. i remember when i used to wear 1 pair of pants and 1 shirt at a time. now it's always tights, socks, pants, a dress, boots, tank top, middle layer, cardigan, vest, scarf, coat, 7 rings, 4 bracelets, watch.
it takes more time
but i think i like it this way
now if only anyone could actually see me
but to stay hidden in plain sight
i think i like it this way
i am only mine
1 comment:
I like you best this way - in 40,000 layers of spark and color.
I also can tell you what's great about drinking in crappy little towns: cocktails are like $6. Freaking awesome.
Lastly my lacquered nail princess, I'll have you know I'm chicken pecking at the keyboard right now as my "fairy teal" nails dry.
LOVE YOU!
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