It’s what you’ve been holding onto for so long. The baggage
had begun to define your very self. Part of your makeup, part of the deep roots
of you. Part of something you include in your everyday morning routine. You mustn’t
leave home without it.
The moment that a spark triggers, and you feel things in
a different light. The exhaustion from the weight has disassembled your
spirits, but you see hope glistening in the wind, a new season. The change in
the weather has enlightened you to feel smitten with its warmth; swarming your
body into a cocoon of innocence. But without a second thought you shut down. You’re
done. You go back to the makeup that is a part of you. Defining your very self.
Makeup that is part of something you include in your everyday morning routine. You
mustn’t leave home without it.
It’s the feeling of a magical embrace that you haven’t felt
in years. To feel again.
The agonizing thought of what if, and past memories that
ache your heart. You reach out to touch, but shudder in fear. Making you feel
necessary to cake on an excessive amount of that make up to stay safe. Stay safe.
It’s the deep roots of you. Makeup that is part of something you include in
your everyday morning routine. You mustn’t leave home without it.
The moment in which you feel your eyes drawn into theirs
and for a split second you forget where you are, what day it is, or who you
once thought you were. Change. You are lost in a blue haze and your peripheral
is clouded with an eerie dense murk. You cannot, nor do you
want to, break away. But you smack, head first into a safety wall. Stay safe. Stay
safe in the deep roots of you. Makeup that is part of something you include in
your everyday morning routine. You mustn’t leave home without it.
It’s the feeling when vulnerability is out if the window,
and you see that person and their entirety. Stripped from the caked on makeup,
you see a human. You haven’t seen it in years. To really see it.
Triggering a sensation of reality and tangibility, your
body tingles with delight, you don’t know what to do with your hands. Heat floods
your body and floods begin to form down your cheeks. Sincere trickles that don’t
sting your cheeks, but refresh your weathered and worn skin.
Raw and writhing you decompress the layers, removing your
makeup. Slowly you are the safest you’ve ever been. Safety in being exposed. No
walls, no fears, no disdain of who you once were. It is you, shedding the shell
of insecurities and failure. You feel self. You feel safe within your own skin.
