It’s a mask.
It’s a veil.
It’s a thick invisible wall we build to prevail.
Her days spent have been nothing short of a fantasy. A street away from a reality that probes, squealing to come in.
As she awoke, she came to realize, maybe this is it. This life. As glamorous and shinny as it seems, through think plastic packaging, only has so much face value to offer.
The shinny new toy wears off and we’re on to another.
What’s been lost and what can be recovered?
With the good comes the bad, and with new comings bring new meanings to facing life another day.
Afternoon diaries.. xo