She sat reading the pages of Vogue, scanning through images that had no words.
She took in every scent upon the crisp new pages as she embraced the clear colors of a new adventure into the life and style of what could be, but she dare not leave the fashion bible without inspiration to help her improve her wardrobe and to learn what new styles could work together as her intelligent eyes went lurking throughout the images beaming on the next possibility of trends she will sat.
She had come to love fashion when all she owned was a Barbie-sketch toy that her mother purchased at a garage sale. It had become her world and she couldn't imagine leaving fashion to entertain the notion of even being a mom. She kept her secret passion hidden within the walls of her mind and she made sure she protected her dream from the destruction of her childhood that cling to destroy her before she reached her rebellious teens.
She did not sit with coffee, but since the leaves were transforming but the sun still song a morning tune and shined with the sting of the day, her choice of drink was still the soul of summer: lemonade. She had just learned to make a batch of its sweet goodness and couldn't imagine why she had never chosen to drink from her own creativity once before, but she didn't dwell on her past choices instead she took in her moment alone and stayed refresh with her meditative state of witnessing who got their spread and what talents they possessed to keep her intrigued without uttering a word.
It seemed as if nothing could be bothering her. Her life viewed as the perfect set-up for happiness and a well-balanced life but she did not read Vogue for enjoyment, instead it was her escape from the madness that her life had brought her too. She would go deep into the pages that she would envision herself into an entire new world where everything for her was the way she saw herself, but as she continued to flip each page and dine in with culinary tastes that may show up from time to time, her belly sat rumbling and she wondered what meal would satisfy her taste buds that longed to travel to far countries just to witness an experience upon her tongue. Chicken seemed to be the cheapest meal to prepare and she was not able to afford anything else, and she was running out of ways to taste its white and dark meat.
She not only had to face the pain of being hungry and eating just couldn't satisfy her need for change, she also just shed miles of tears from having to lay her pride down and face the reality that she just wasn't where she desired to be. Even the remembrance of her having to ask her mother or father for a dime to escape another month of bills being due let a tear slip every time. She wanted to be in her vision, reality stole her joy, and she knew she had to visit when clocks struck before 5pm, and the calendar would change the date to the first. She was often reminded that she wasn't there yet, and each time she tried to lift upon her feet it seemed as if she was being knocked back down.
Fear sat next to her as she read, but she dared not look over to it because she knew it had nothing new to share and if it did she didn't want to see it. The magazine could not cover her enough without her glimpsing to the interior room she had to call her living space as only pictures sat on her wall of what she wanted her life to be. The stray jacket lay awake for her arrival but she just couldn't take the notion of losing her mind. Her will power cling to her heart and soul, and deep down inside she really wanted to be alright and witness the other side of life. Could she one day rise to not sink again?
She took in every scent upon the crisp new pages as she embraced the clear colors of a new adventure into the life and style of what could be, but she dare not leave the fashion bible without inspiration to help her improve her wardrobe and to learn what new styles could work together as her intelligent eyes went lurking throughout the images beaming on the next possibility of trends she will sat.
She had come to love fashion when all she owned was a Barbie-sketch toy that her mother purchased at a garage sale. It had become her world and she couldn't imagine leaving fashion to entertain the notion of even being a mom. She kept her secret passion hidden within the walls of her mind and she made sure she protected her dream from the destruction of her childhood that cling to destroy her before she reached her rebellious teens.
She did not sit with coffee, but since the leaves were transforming but the sun still song a morning tune and shined with the sting of the day, her choice of drink was still the soul of summer: lemonade. She had just learned to make a batch of its sweet goodness and couldn't imagine why she had never chosen to drink from her own creativity once before, but she didn't dwell on her past choices instead she took in her moment alone and stayed refresh with her meditative state of witnessing who got their spread and what talents they possessed to keep her intrigued without uttering a word.
It seemed as if nothing could be bothering her. Her life viewed as the perfect set-up for happiness and a well-balanced life but she did not read Vogue for enjoyment, instead it was her escape from the madness that her life had brought her too. She would go deep into the pages that she would envision herself into an entire new world where everything for her was the way she saw herself, but as she continued to flip each page and dine in with culinary tastes that may show up from time to time, her belly sat rumbling and she wondered what meal would satisfy her taste buds that longed to travel to far countries just to witness an experience upon her tongue. Chicken seemed to be the cheapest meal to prepare and she was not able to afford anything else, and she was running out of ways to taste its white and dark meat.
She not only had to face the pain of being hungry and eating just couldn't satisfy her need for change, she also just shed miles of tears from having to lay her pride down and face the reality that she just wasn't where she desired to be. Even the remembrance of her having to ask her mother or father for a dime to escape another month of bills being due let a tear slip every time. She wanted to be in her vision, reality stole her joy, and she knew she had to visit when clocks struck before 5pm, and the calendar would change the date to the first. She was often reminded that she wasn't there yet, and each time she tried to lift upon her feet it seemed as if she was being knocked back down.
Fear sat next to her as she read, but she dared not look over to it because she knew it had nothing new to share and if it did she didn't want to see it. The magazine could not cover her enough without her glimpsing to the interior room she had to call her living space as only pictures sat on her wall of what she wanted her life to be. The stray jacket lay awake for her arrival but she just couldn't take the notion of losing her mind. Her will power cling to her heart and soul, and deep down inside she really wanted to be alright and witness the other side of life. Could she one day rise to not sink again?
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| from Oracle Fox |
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