sweetlydel
not mature yet has promise. Something so simple and young as life. With each year grows more mature than the year before. Needing people and things to stamp out an unexacting maturity.
I stood in front of the older gentleman before me questioning why he didn't want to adopt me. I lived my teenage life as his daughter and he shared his life with my mother. He loved me yet he didn't want to adopt me as his own. I couldn't own his name but again he assured me that he did love me.
janice couldn't believe her outburst at work. the events from last night had taken a toll on her. she was no longer composed and her persona had transformed from professional to crazy. she had become unhinged.. the hinge on the door that kept her private life separate was now dangling by the last thin line of respect.
model being whisked away on an airplane to their next photo shoot. That is me in another body and another life. Long hair and legs moving in the wind. Skin soft and supple unearthed by blemishes. Another life...another time...a different me.