|| Another Naked Girl || by S.W
We can’t airbrush reality.We can’t PhotoShop our bad memories by adding a party hat. Or our tears of sorrow to results of laughing so hard.it doesn’t work that way.At one point the cameras go out then the lashes,lip stain and lipstick then heels boostiers and corsets.
And there you are,no make up to save you.Thats your broken damaged spirit,a bunch of nerves all over your skin.If you want you could tuck it in concealer,faux lashes and nails.Look perfect for a day but at night the walls will talk and with them you never have to front.
Just you no judgment no questions. Just a soft spot for sobbing,venting,letting it out.The one thing or place you don’t have to airbrush for. I hear Jesus is the same.So I guess its not really bad to have issues you can’t cry enough about.