Thursday, February 17, 2011

Life through a lens

I saw you standing there, with your bright pink tights and low cut top. Moving your body is odd shapes, being the perfect frame.
Make-up artist surround you, hair stylist pulling your hair in tight fashion statements.
You never smile; the look does not allow it. High heels shaping your legs into divine sculptures.
Striking a pose, lights flashing and camera clicking.

Nothing sees your soul, nothing knows you heart.

Finished; you walk into tall bright buildings, alone and undesired. Lying empty on expensive sheets, you dream of a life less fashionable, a life less designed.

Everyone wants more, everyone wants nothing.

You choose every day.

3 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

You choose every day. Very true, but scary.

etain_lavena said...

And ppl also complaine about their lives but you get up everyday and decide to do it. I know I also complain but really trying to be the change I want:)

the walking man said...

Spot on Etain...but I disagree with Charles choosing is easy when you know who you are.