your past always bites you in the ass.

dying to be perfect

i havent been here in a while i know, stop your bitching. done? so going through my mind, as one does. i came across a filling cabanet that i store somewhere in my frontal lobe. How deceiving pictures can be. a picture paints a thousand words makes more sense now doesn't it? a photo is perfect, a moment captured in time. in your strife to be perfect have i ever crossed your mind? can you do without? move forward? Is my mere existance just worth a piece of paper with plastic smiles and done up hair?

"met haar liefde koud in haar bed, oorreed sy haarself sy moet mooi lyk, al is dit net vir hom. Die skerwe van haar lewe le perfek in haar spieel. roosblaar lippe.sonstraal hare.duisterblou oe. die verbintenis tussen die volmaaktheid van n foto en die besluit?"- shaun klaasen.

it's like having a fly in your chardonnay, a half smoked cigarette and a good bye via sms. just like that. throw your tantrum. out the door everything goes. everything you have worked on to better yourself. how much is that picture worth to you after you have sat and stared at it for a day? like words spoken , it can never be UNspoken to mend a broken heart, the picture can be edited , yes, but the purity of it remains. the raw rock cut fizzer is stuck to it. how do you make someone see your heart.