the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Masks

Curtains fall and the interlude of life begins.

Mask fits in place to find what's lost and
To gain what's new.

Forever in pretence,
Forever in daze.

I ask now,

What are we then, when the masks lift from the safe hingings of our life?

Are we as vulnerable without them, like we were before?

Are we neither here nor there when everything crumbles?

Are we just as who we were before these masks came on?

I run through these questions, fooling myself and others.

Why go through the trouble of masking everything when it was just easiest to be yourself in the beginning?

We can be so stupid sometimes.

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<~ perfected ~>
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