she sits in her
bedroom late
at night
she's
lying in her bed but she can't fall
asleep
she's tired but she has a lot on her
mind
she stares up at the
white ceiling
she immediately thinks of clouds
clouds in the
sky, so white & fluffy
imperfect, yet perfect at the same time
'why
can't the world be perfect,' she
thinks
but is a perfect world really perfect?
if everyone were perfect, everyone would be exactly
alike
originality
would be dead
there would be no comparison and no risk
everyone would be exactly the same
like billions of copies printed out of a copy
machine
she falls
asleep until the sun rises
she gets up from her bed and turns on the light
she stares
into the mirror on her vanity for a long
time
she opens her drawer full of makeup
she reaches
for the mascara on the left
she then looks at it for a long time
and then, she
tosses it into the garbage can
'i don't need that to be beautiful,'
she thinks,
'i was born with imperfections, but imperfections are
b e a u t i f u l.'
all mine <3
5 faves · 1 comments · Sep 28, 2011 11:07pm
wallenbee · 1 decade ago
Beautiful.
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