The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw

I don't want to forget...
When I am old and wrinkly, and my boobs sag, and I can't wear skirts, I don't want to forget
I don't want to forget that I was once beautiful, and that I still am.
No, I don't want to forget that I'll still be lovely with my white hair and laugh lines.
I don't want to forget that everyone is beautiful. That everything is beautiful.
Old, young, skinny or fat, curly hair, straight hair, pouty lips, thin lips, freckles
All beautiful
Bright colorful faces, all shapes and sizes, smiles and laughter,
Beautiful, every single imperfection, every flaw: charming, pretty, cute, just lovely.
I don't want to forget
That you, reading this, YOU are beautiful
You without the makeup, and the glossy lips, and the hair straightener, and the pretty dress
the way you roll out of bed
I don't want to forget...
I don't want YOU to forget, that you my darling, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL (and so is everyone else)

This picture taken the same day as this one here (click)

quote on title by Havelock Ellis. Midnight ramblings by little me :P

time

Time will pass. Phrase so often used. Time will heal the pain.
Yet air breathe through battered lungs, soiled oxygen that surrounds us every second drying my skin more and more, Consenting myself to have these polluted airs infiltrate my body and mind deadening me inside and out,
Time has passed, yet the soreness has remain, your soft eyes, watching me remain somewhere in the distant of this arctic world with impure minds breathing in more and more the fabrication of what was once truth, and yet time will pass...
I breathe and I bleed, and when I close my eyes all I see is your face

June 12, 2007 by yours truly
note: I had written this a while ago when I was going through some tough situations. I just felt like reminding myself how good I have it now. It seems like this piece was written centuries ago by whoever I was before. I still love how well I described exactly what I felt. Sometimes our most difficult situations bring out the best written pieces. 

I want to go away

Fill up my bag with pretty summer things and go somewhere far,

somewhere hot and humid and wear only dresses and shorts

I want to put the top of the car down put my feet up while the boy drives far

I'll take my books and read on the road and sing with the radio

just drive and drive to somewhere with white fences and green backyards

a little bed  & breakfast doesn't even need to have a beach nearby,

just as long as its far away from all this noise, all these strangers with no smiles

somewhere quite, slow

I need this. I need to go somewhere far, just for a little while

salt on my hair

Last night  I dreamt I was a mermaid and woke up with salt on my hair and sand on my shoes. But in the light of day, the salt itches my skin, and the sand bothers my toes. I scratch, I rub off, I shove -yet trying to remain what I once was. I breathe in whispers of what others can’t understand. I try to speak, but words are yet to come out. I just want to sing, so that no one will forget who I was, who I am. But the day has uncovered my veil and I don’t look as beautiful as I once was. It’s hard to breathe in with no water to cover my eyes from all this pollution, all these scattered letters and lies of what was once beautiful.  I need someone’s arms to guide me along, I’m not as strong without my seas. I look down at my legs, yet I don’t know how to use them. I want to run far, stretch my arms and laugh, but the salt on my skin itches and the sand in my shoes bothers my toes