A Peacock in a forest of trees so high, dances in its bluish magnificence - the long glittering tail spreads like a fan and the crown, like tiny flowers offered to the Gods, sparkle in the dainty Sun. But women who chop off their glistening hair! *** Art by Christy Freeman
You ask: what have you been up to? I have nothing to say. Things could have been better, If I was with you, braiding your hair, or filling my lungs with the sweet scent that you always carry around you, or steal your anklets, hide it, somewhere beyond your reach - so that you beg,… Continue reading Casual Answers to Casual Questions About Personal Well-being
The default state of your hair has curls. Not all of them have it, but some girls. And the yellow lines on your nails contrasted on black, mirrors the images in my self that I lack. You have the colours, and I am grey; paint me yellow, black, pink, and purple; oh please, I pray.