Nov 30, 2005 20:22
Upon entering the house the air was thick and warm, and she shut the door quickly behind her to seal in the free heat and avoid using the costly kind.
Bright green tights stretching down inside of black boots, she laughed at her polka dot dress in the mirror and hummed the theme song to Clarissa Explains it All, wishing for a string of chili-lights to drape over her curtain rod. Let's not take life too seriously, friend.
Running hands over unruly hair, she feels like herself more than ever before. Both stressed and strung (out) but delighted to find that five years of maturity and college have only added and not subtracted. Layer. Layer. Layer, each layer improving the composition of self.
When attempting to paint, it is layers that are important.
Layer upon layer build depth, character, richness, satisfaction, finality.
Let's be done with this thing called growing up, and instead just add years. I don't ever want to start fresh, I've been fresh, lets add.