Stepford Street

Does the mirror image always reflect the feelings going on inside someone's head?
The stepford wife.. so perfect and demure, will help and hold your hand and show you the way when its dark.
She is loved and lost all at the same time, but you wouldn't know it.. only the dimness of her eyes would give this pain away. She has lost something, somewhere but can she look for it if she does not yet know how to speak? Find your voice little wife and tell the world your thoughts.
Being there for every cut and bruise, ready and willing to kiss them on their forehead and tell them bindly that everything will be okay,
Stepford wife is here.

What about when she falls? the cuts and grazes will remain with not enough strength to dust them off for herself..  She has been to busy helping and living for everyone else. A word of advice: busy living is not what makes you something to be remembered for..
She may appear to the silver screen as something to behold, but to those who know her well.. she is the selfish acid in their lives.

Eroding strength away. She could neutralise this pain with her tears if she would only let them fall on you.

She'll see them all again one day, the seven wonders of the world. You the first, and the 6 that follow are the memories you made together.

Come with me

How do you describe a feeling that you yourself, can’t identify?

If the person who has to feel the ups and downs of this emotion can’t put it into words… then how can any other person portray it for you? You can pay someone dollars an hour to listen but these are just empty words that they will never grasp, and by the looks of it, neither will you.

So let’s stroll down confusion alley…I’m not sure which turning it is, but I can guarantee I will stumble upon it on my direct walk to and from reality. Weaving and slipping in and out of what is right and what is wrong, run along the cobble stones until you hit the wall that says ‘welcome’, please drive slowly.

Welcome to what? Where on earth have I ended up? And why must I drive slowly to preserve an environment that makes my head spin at full speed? I want to drive fast and straight.. put my foot down and escape.  Uh uh… no chance missy, you don’t have a return ticket until you can muster up the courage to write it out for yourself. Stamped with the seal of approval from you heart and not your head.

Good afternoon miss, where will you be travelling today? And can you tell me what your intentions are in Australia?
... After 15 months here, it is a sad statement to admit that I had a better idea of my future then, than I do now.  So officer, I would if I could but I can’t.

" If you want to view paradise.. Simply look around and view it, Anything you want to, do it.
Want to change the world? theres nothing to it...

There is no life i know, to compare to pure imagination. Living there you'll be free if you truly wish to be."

Smoke and mirrors

Round and round the motions we go.
You get far enough away to breathe and clear your head and you find yourself yearning for something you fought for release of.

Can you smell it in the air? That strong and potent fragrance? That is betrayal my dear and you are wearing your own 5 star brand.
Designers couldn’t fault the way it lingers for hours just enough to remind you that you are still wearing it and that you mixed it up.. all by yourself.

Au de Triste. Self wearing. Self loving and loathing.

You’ve paid money to exterminate the mistakes in your life, and things that you think you have gotten wrong. But has it ever occurred to you that these are the right things in your life just at the wrong time?
Alas, exhale because what’s done is done and you will be holding your breath for a century to try and calculate the mean average of your mistakes.

You want it? You got it. You got it?  Then keep it? Just browsing? ..Then get the fuck out of the way so that people who really want something can reach and grab hold for themselves.

Clear the area you selfish addict and let someone take a slice for themselves before they inevitabley decide to eat the whole thing that you could not yet commit to having.

Shoulda woulda coulda. We consume the things in life, or do we release ourselves and let them consume us? In any case.. I think I lost my manual to let go and I’m still using my stabilisers to guide me… I’m not using any one else anymore.

Like a broken arrow.  Dummm de dummm.