Dress - Noisy May // Signet rings - Tom Wood // Minimalistic rings - Still With You // Shoes - Diesel
I was watching kids play in the park the other day, quite ordinary, but extraordinary still. They seemed like they were living life in slow motion. It saddened me; how a smile and a touch came hand in hand, how the sun shone extra bright upon their tiny little heads and how easy it was for them to laugh. I'll admit, I was jealous. Not of the children, but of how simple life was when I didn't understand that being alive is so fucking hard. Most days, I exist. And that's it. It's the strangest, and most honest, fact I can reveal about myself.
Oh, how I wish I could say that now that summer finally has arrived, everything is picture perfect. That the grass is greener and that the strange, white butterflies soaring all around me look like dancing fairies on ecstasy. It is, and they are - but that's just an observational fact. Some days, I just can't face the world. Some days, I can't even face myself. So I stay in bed, away from mirrors and shiny surfaces - smiling people and loud noises; and I focus on surviving. I take shelter, but it's hard, since the perfect storm is inside of me.
