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1:34pm, June 18, 2009
As they see her wander past their presence footsteps they notice visible remnants of makeup. Streaked where fingertips had once brazed vigorously. Creating a mental painting of girl gone a rye. A missed step a forgotten gesture a haunting melody repeating itself in your mind.
Her actions unknown her hands imprinted by the ghostly missing being. Lips still holding unsaid words and that last interaction. Embellished like a piece of pottery, its maker. She holds her weathered pieces and cradles her broken personality. A once wondrous thing a once stunning image to be seen, now into a mismatch of structure resembling a Van Goh.
Trudging in her worn shoes disconnected and unaware.
They see her as the sun glints off of her timid skin. Frail and meek a person of sorts. They depict their own perceptions of the moments that have taken place to confide her in such a state. Stories of shortcomings drug addiction and wrong choices. Yet unable to see the simplistic reason of her being. She embodied the mannerisms of what they hid from themselves. That they did not give themselves the leisure to meld with.
They see her as they would view themselves if when objects shattered in their hands. Her past was the realization of their own.
She is a symbolism a person of greater being a purpose further then she could understand. So consumed by the present replaying movie. Her hands shake her feet move second nature. Destination unknown, time now meaning no measure. Demolished walls complete saturation.
They see her as her slender body carries her off into the rushing cars the continuos mesmerizing static that keeps her further in her psychosis. Wind picking up her hair and tediously replacing it against her fair face made of the pristine porcelain.
Beauty in her raw emotions and tattered ego. They see her and are transfixed by her existence and brief intervention in their polar opposite dimensions.
She moves the world under her feet a therapeutic motion. And once again smudges the coal colored smudges as tears find a symmetric path down her sun kissed cheek.
Beauty in the imperfections.
