When juices flow on celebrities' gossip, I fade away, fail to converse along, for a simple enough reason; I pay absolute no attention to unimportant facts that are so corrupted in reality, in the profound perversity of media attention. Eyes frown upon me upon my ignorance making me doubt my esteem, but it comes clear later on in solitude, that principles should stay true to one's self, hence in oppose.
I take joy in fashion because I lust upon beauty. Worldly, yes. A cause, perhaps. Recent months had me going through many articles of clothing expressed through the creativity of designers. I see hope, I sense myself being able to express all I am in J.W. Anderson's 2013 Spring collection in a random selection of a chosen designed costume worn by any of the models. Via Marc Jacob's Resort, I see a brighter, and better future, believing, vivid colorful angular designs, amplifies beauty. Such beauty shall take the world off its mind to war. Lagerfeld's contributions speaks of attributes which focuses serenity, and oneness, blending man and nature. Could the preconception of fashion be more than expensive clothing?
I do not watch TV, spending my time staring into windows, ceilings, thinking of ways to conquer perfection. Always falling back into depressive thoughts because understanding, yet not accepting wholeheartedly that it does not exist. Also pondering the unlimited amount of 'what ifs' in life. You can live a life outside of reality, which of one in mind, should it be strong enough to separate consciousness. Else one would fall into a series of schizophrenic episodes.
I dream of a simple life. One with a companion, children, pet, with no interceptions of the ideology of current social living standards. Away from the world, yet on Earth. Away from fear, away from Death, into everlasting standstill of time. With no misfortunes, with no pain, with no regrets.
In in me grows something anti, diminishing aspects of courage. I fear living, as her, we sometimes wish Death to be our answer.
I take joy in fashion because I lust upon beauty. Worldly, yes. A cause, perhaps. Recent months had me going through many articles of clothing expressed through the creativity of designers. I see hope, I sense myself being able to express all I am in J.W. Anderson's 2013 Spring collection in a random selection of a chosen designed costume worn by any of the models. Via Marc Jacob's Resort, I see a brighter, and better future, believing, vivid colorful angular designs, amplifies beauty. Such beauty shall take the world off its mind to war. Lagerfeld's contributions speaks of attributes which focuses serenity, and oneness, blending man and nature. Could the preconception of fashion be more than expensive clothing?
I do not watch TV, spending my time staring into windows, ceilings, thinking of ways to conquer perfection. Always falling back into depressive thoughts because understanding, yet not accepting wholeheartedly that it does not exist. Also pondering the unlimited amount of 'what ifs' in life. You can live a life outside of reality, which of one in mind, should it be strong enough to separate consciousness. Else one would fall into a series of schizophrenic episodes.
I dream of a simple life. One with a companion, children, pet, with no interceptions of the ideology of current social living standards. Away from the world, yet on Earth. Away from fear, away from Death, into everlasting standstill of time. With no misfortunes, with no pain, with no regrets.
In in me grows something anti, diminishing aspects of courage. I fear living, as her, we sometimes wish Death to be our answer.
