She was a mother of a 2 year old, sweet with bright eyes and a face that reminded me of myself. After speaking to her I discovered she had a passion for creating and was pursuing a career in art. I connected with a stranger, not only in looks, but ambitions. I saw a piece of myself in her eyes
She was a student who wandered into a local café, her face was cold and hardened, and she would only smile when her phone tweeted. She had a sweet smile that was calming and sincere, but in a sea of strangers, it would disappear as the lights from her phone dimmed. I connected with this stranger. I saw a piece of myself in her smile.
When she speaks, the world rumbles to a halt; even the birds silence their songs. She walks as though each step meant to threaten the demons lurking down below. Her red stiletto heel piercing the hearts of her admirers, one by one shot dead with just a look.
Emerging from a world of black, we see a delicate outline of a flower, growing larger and more vibrant. It quickly evolves into a forest of bright leaves and tropical flowers. All of the sudden she is transformed from a gray caterpillar to a stunning butterfly.
Caught looking up, she never sees the world in front of, but rather spends her time admiring the heavens. Her eyes glued to the skies and her thoughts drift between utopias, always wondering of other magnificent places. Though her soul is gazing upward, her life simply passes by, un-lived and unfulfilled.
Drawn to the vivid colors like a moth to a flame, the world around her is transformed. From the cold dark hues that haunt her mind, she sits, starring off into the colorful abyss, hoping that this escape will be perpetual.
My parents read me fairy tales every night and I used to believe I was a fairytale princess like the ones in those books, just like every little girl. Most think that you grow out of it, that you finally realize that you really aren’t royalty. I never settled for that. I knew in my heart that I was a princess and now that I am older, I know that I am a queen
She’s a material girl living in a material world, her attention caught by the glittering in the store window. Always something new to add to her colossal collection of trappings. Caught in the endless cycle of supply and demand, she is hooked and doesn’t plan on stopping now
You're Too Close
All but a fresh face in NYC from the quite suburbs of LA. He treks through the concrete jungle to find his little patch of paradise. Dressed to the teeth in a snap back and fresh kicks, he bops along to the Cali raps that only play in his head.
Proceed with Caution
She walked as if she had no place to go. She wore a dress that alarmed any onlooker to stay away. Her eyes desperately searching for a familiar face in a sea of people who stepped out of their way to avoid her. She looked fraught and in the blink of an eye, all of her worries disappeared and were replaced with complacency. It was as if she finally realized why everyone evaded her, and she was okay with it.
Lost in Translation
Tormented from within, agonized by the person he used to be. Slowly he changes his reality, from being the oppressed to the oppressor.