Friday, August 29, 2008
why am i even writing this
her arm reached out towards the rainbow before her. everything had its own texture. some were smooth while others were rough in comparison to others. nevertheless they all belonged in the fine wardrobe. despite their differences all had their worth. it did not matter;be it the sleek silk or the exquisite lace all formed something that was too be appreciated. even the simplest material deserves respect for its function. her fingers paused at a white lace hemmed gown-perfect for acting all pure and innocent, she thought.
Perfection
10:32 PM
