I have long wanted to try jumpsuits but never did as I had always thought that like most trends, there was only a specific body type (and height!!) that could carry it well. Good thing I found this video by the great Tyra Banks in which she shows how anyone could rock it the way we should. Now I feel more confident to try it. Let’s see the next time I hit the mall. :)
blue-eyed Mary
“There is no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age.”
- Love in the Time of Cholera
One cannot pretend to be innocent now. At this stage, nobody can afford to hide under the guise of not knowing what’s happening or worse, pretending not to know. Denial, more than anything else, has no room.
And so it would only be proper not to nurture it for doing so is tantamount to suicide. But one can only see perfection even before it reaches full bloom and reminds of the very few easy things in life. A thinking that only an exposed soul would understand. Oh, what agony it brings!
It is a door waiting to be opened and yet letting the sunshine in would bring forth a hellish circle. Taking comfort in not so much as obscure words with the ill-favored smell of the night lamp barely provides satisfaction in exchange for the headache it brings. In fact, one can only see more clearly that it is nothing more than the ways of the half-witted. Following the rules that no one had set but still found themselves established and more powerful than anything.
It sees to it to be always en garde to prevent its consumption for it firmly believes that falling into the same ravine twice is more than a disgrace to the race - whichever it belongs to. It could well be disguised by a new path, a different scenery and the perennial tricks of the nature’s trade but dig deeper and it’s the same stench, the same pool of mud and in one way or another, even scratches the same wounds.
One can only ask, how can something that achieved such perfection be perceived as a plague? Only a ravaged soul understands. Call it masochistic but what the hell, the ravine is still a heavenly place to be in. And you can only let out a big sigh when it was time to go back to the realities of the highway where everything passes by in a blur. Maybe someday, they can find a way to unite contradictions such as that in marriage.
But for now, the soul - exposed and ravaged as it is - has to content himself with nothing more than a few glances down with the same curiosity and excitement as if he had never been there before. It is anticipation brought about by feigned innocence and that is the danger of it all. For he knows that without each in its proper place, it can get so cold in there.
