Friday, March 26, 2010
Unspoken broken promises and brain mutations
I always tell myself that I'll update, but every time I log in, I get distracted by brainless things, cheesy games on Facebook, Spanish soap operas, or a book about guts and brittle bones. I am that sort of person who easily loses oneself in things that don't matter, easily distracted, daydreaming all day of watercolor surroundings, and the impossible love encounter. The way I perceive fashion and the way I choose to express myself, depends on what my emotions of the day are. Am I feeling romantic? Am I feeling childish? or am I feeling devastated? I stop and think every morning about these trivial things. I force myself out of the protection of my warm covers, and in my sloppy pajamas I stare at the hurricane of clothing in my closet, then my eyes close, I grasp what's in my heart and I know exactly how I'll be presented that particular day. Some people write music, others paint, but me?
I participate in the art of dressing myself.
This is who I am, I think as the time goes by people will be able to read the way my mind works sometimes. Even though I don't understand it very much myself. I don't remember where I was going with this, so enjoy a fancy picture of me trying to be hip and artsy, and in particular fashionable.