satori18
Bluelighter
i have always found it ironic, that when i upset myself in terms of beauty...my make-up runs. Displaying to the rest...outside my private mental bubble my insecurity that causes so much doubt and pain. The function of the fake paint i put on my face turns into the very exclamation of discontent with the very issue, that is why i paint myself in the first place, first place, first place, first place, warm place inside, turns cold. Validation is missing. i have to stop asking why it is necessary in the first place, in the first place, in the first place, in the place where my abounding love will eventually fill. once someone wants, appreciate this beauty, that i can't bring myself to acknowledge,if it is there, in the first place.
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satori shalom
[This message has been edited by satori18 (edited 20 November 2000).]
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satori shalom
[This message has been edited by satori18 (edited 20 November 2000).]