Foreword: The left shoulder ache that persisted for days from poor sleeping position + ensuing lack of sleep was channeled into writing this post as an experiment of sorts. 🙃 Please bear that in mind whilst reading and judging this…Yikes.

The words past Dior’s lips trawls the virtuous eaten in a fit of jealous rage invisible beneath stellar couture. Though they hide not expressions, even past the stink of intentions under a spritz of Chanel No.5, they work nonetheless on the beguiled and their diamond-crusted eyes.

Ride and scream cheaply using mean words, petty actions and low-grade comments unworthy of dignity, polish or a dime—exactly as ordered—except to accumulate cemetery’s gravel under the sole of sky-high Jimmy Choos.

Heels won’t make the hunched back appear taller, smaller still if one can only stand up straight for fundamentals.

Quite the character, just not the one to admire— the sort to desire diversity in an inequitable world only in a wardrobe and jewellery box from breakfast at Tiffany’s—exactly the one with exquisite inlays filled only by stale air of yesterday’s news and moreish party balloons before it makes a quiet escape out of fading rosy cheeks and gaiety.

Even values and integrity cannot be traded if genuine to begin with and cannot be tricked into thinking that a bargain can be struck by parting with pricelessness and submit to esteemed indenture in perpetuity.

There’s nothing to gain from accepting a poor imitation of what is good. Now someone can buy it with dirty money until they be prevented from pillaging—yes even towards you—rummaging through your ashes.

Go with the flow and not against the tide yet cut the meat across the grains, not along them. Repeat but understand how they differ depending on the subject or risk an ineffectual campaign too valuable to dispose or retain.

There are things that should matter and things that should not. A pretty cause like overvalued self-importance is best left to rot.

Irrational and hopeless, all things weather-beaten against time gets dragged along littered routes of used plastic straws; too short to stay young compared to an average life and made insignificant still next to eternity.

Shifting perspective.

No, I’m not angry. Why should I be? Nobody is made for this world if they can only be here for just a speck in a very long time. That’s not an important question, still less the right one.