The face that you saw in the door isn’t looking at you anymore
The name that you call in it’s place isn’t waiting for your embrace
The world that you love to behold cannot hold you anymore.

Taking a break from Fashion reviews is sweetly, not that fun. I’ve meddled with my Halloween costume at least a dozen times, in my mind. Not once in real life. And the joy I get from drawing little goblins and ghosts in my agenda is all the while, alarming.

I saw a photo of studded ballerina slippers and had Beach House playing on Youtube. I shared it. As I cling tightly to pretty moments – like a 10 minute walk on a side street off of Queen St drowned in the smell of someone, somewhere, burning leaves – I begin to realize that forever isn’t all that great. The only thing I ever really get any pleasure from is the want of things to last forever, knowing full well they will not.

It’s like anticipation, hypothesis, imagination, improbability… these are the things to live for.

Back to regular scheduled programming tomorrow because as much as I enjoy these dreamy blog posts, they can’t go on forever.

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