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Photos of Space by ~bleakside
Millions of Girls Wear Masks Let us start by definingMillions of Girls Wear Masks by ~bleakside
what beauty is really not.
Beauty isn't what someone
can put upon themselves;
it is what someone can have.
I press keys on a piano
Does that make me a pianist?
I should think not, friend.
I should think not.
Beautiful is not synthetic.
Synthetic, by nature,
is something that isn't.
Millions of girls wear masks.
Masks of synthesisers,
that synthesise an effect.
They create an illusion that corrupts.
Corrupts what is truly there.
When the mask is down,
Nature has been tarnished.
It's no wonder they wear bigger
thicker
and heavier masks.
Strip them down naked.
Do they feel secure?
You can wager
My Dear Caitlin Oh Caitlin, you sang sweet,My Dear Caitlin by ~bleakside
where you played your fiddle too.
I sat behind my glass,
watching, I knew, I needed you.
But don't get me wrong,
I had thought it through.
For now I'll be patient
and I'll just wait for you.
I followed you home,
so I'd learn the way.
You knew and you led me
to dusk's end of day.
Give this foolish man
Just one chance to say
The changes you've made
Colour my strands of grey!
Though we know where we stand,
I'll take your word for a warning.
Treat you anything but right
and you'll be gone by the morning.
But if I'm there when you want me,
I'll spend the whole night in.
You make me anew, call me y
DepartedDeparted by ~bleakside
The harrowing hours after love undone,
that yielded such strength, now compassion gone.
The words from their mouth hit with such a shock,
done in full view so all their friends can mock.
This impass I've met is not quite an end,
it's like a canyon no bridge can amend.
The option is there, on the other side,
but I'm human not bird, I can't fly nor glide.
It doesn't matter, for that's not the way,
i'll rot in sorrow if I choose to stay.
So lead me from here, to pastures anew.
I've still got so much I can learn from you.
Sta.sh
