Exasperation is the new season, flaunting it around instead of holding it inside. Yes, these bags under my eyes are designer.
Help arrives in the nick of time, losing your unfiltered mind. Bricks thrown, all sorts of sizes, too. Collecting and building, haunting your shrine. Hovering above is my denial. It reminds me why what I experience is such a trial. Such a set back, run another lap. Farther and farther away… Introduce me to the style. Expired ideas are lightly sketched. I gave up my sight of fashion when pressure popped out my eyes.