I am now a blank canvas.
Where there were once rose cheeks, there are plump golden apples, reflecting the sun, or clouds.
No more foundation to hide the perfect imperfections.
No more lipstick to paint something that was never there.
I still wear stiletto-ed lashes, to accentuate my almond eyes.
They say your eyes are the window to your soul.
Well, that's what daddy said.
So, I help you look in.
I now wear myself naked...nude.
Wear it bare.
The epitome of vulnerability.
Eventually, I'll only wear my skin.
The butterfly emerges from the caterpillar.
-missing blogging but also busy redefining. i'm becoming a'new.
can you feel it?
'til next time.