There are many things in life that I will grow old of, that I have grown old of. To this day, there are many things that I once loved that I cannot still claim that I love now. Things that once meant the world to me, places, objects, ideas, people, that used to fill me with that feeling of endless light, now, only leave me with that feeling of, nothing. That place that was once so magical is nothing more than a location, just a name on a map, a postcard-ed destination. That object that you thought meant so much to you, where is it now? On a shelf collecting dust, or in a six-sided box hidden under your bed. Out of sight, out of mind, right? The ideas, the dreams you believed in, crumble like stale bread at the sight of wisdom and logic–those things we gain from time–and push aside our youthful thoughts. But what about the people we meet, the faces we see–used to see. Those who meant so much to us, more than just a name on a map. A love to big to fit in a six-sided box, a love so bright it couldn't see wisdom nor logic. What happens when those people who once meant so much to you, go away. Out of sight, out of mind, right? No. There are many, many things I will grow old of–those places, those objects, and ideas. But the people I've met–you–I will never grow tired of. You may be out of sight, but you're never out of my mind.
When in Doubt, Wear a Dress!
Dress: Soul Scape, Shoes: Mom's
Today I pretty much stayed in my pajamas all day until around 4:00 pm I was notified that we were having company. So, in a flurry and without an idea of what I should wear today, I went with my last resort and wore a dress. Which, in fact, turned out to be a good choice. The weather today was hotter than usual (at least for April in San Diego); so the evening was warm and perfect for this dress. The dress has a detailed henna-like pattern on the front with open and flowing sleeves and bottom. I wore my mom's combat boots with it to match the black print and to give the "zen" feel of the dress a little more edge.
Happy Monday-eve! Let's make this a good week, shall we?
Stay unnaked.
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