Living the rural dream
What is next....
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hey you, what’s all that noise for?
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The dandelion fluff
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I found beauty, in the simplicity
Between the vanities, like the movie that we watched
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Drool over Hollywood lifestyle
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I am flying but I can’t scream
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I SEE IT FIRST
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She fought back the tears, despite the fears to shot in the dark
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‘‘hey you, what’s that noise for? “ She cried so loudly as she knows that she has to leave the warmth of the cozy womb forever and bid farewell to her temporary home. The first interaction she makes. A miracle has just been born. She makes noises that walls could shake to show her presence. The big curve showing on her both velvety blooming cheeks everytime her mothers surrenders to her resonance.
She shows pleasure at her own success; a very simple victory in the beginning of her life.
She woke up eight years later with a faithful spirit, chanted in the backyard, gazing at the cotton candy sky feeling wonderful with her dowdiness popcorn printed pyjamas which had just travelled together with her in the dream of last night. It’s a summers day, another day with cracks of light filtering through the shutter, shining through the curtains and generating vibes around the corridor. The heat burns out the wooden floor and once more she hears the echoes of footsteps on the wooden floor and it begin to assail the ears.
The Sunday evening that she and ‘him’ met.
“I found beauty in the simplicity"
In
her hand she stroked its soft balloon like tummy and neck heard
the croaking, wondering what he is going to say, his words that
made her smile. She wished she could keep and cherish forever
carrying him everywhere, well beyond the age of eight. She could see the beauty through his eyes it is like crystal mustard yellow with black sparkling iris. The unique emerald green outfit make him more extravagant. His friends may run away as he has bumpy skin and he does not eat properly, but all he needs is just to shine through his own way. Like he does. Gentleness and kindness and obedience make his beauty, that is all she can see. These are the pretty little things and simplicity that she always sees.
“The dandelion fluff" It is very pleasant to see the sun kiss the earth so soundly. She sits easily on the 50 year old porch of her grand house in the countryside overlooking small streams, green meadows and sun drenched rainbow fields that is full of every type of fruit and vegetables one could think of. Birds hover over trees and slowly peck away at whatever they can eat.
Her feet dancing on the ground, natural grinning shown on high cheekbones; fair complexion that glows with a hint of pink. Her tousled and loose hair
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flowing on her favourite white pieces that define her purity, individuality and chic even she is only on her age
She is the one girl always with her warm smile, She is the one girl always with her black hair down. Cheerful sounds can easily be found when she is around, She would pounce on the little things that count, Even if its 100 miles far from the town, She is the one girl that makes your heart bounce.
Her face with blushing smile adorned the summer breeze and seems to brighten the world. Her fringe jumped softly against her forehead and her sweet sweat scents spreads through the air as she hums on each of her steps with her creamy leisure canvas flats, straps binding and wrapping her tiny feet. The wind stop by her face and kisses her pleasantly, the birds sing gracefully to this beautiful girl. Rows of plants and trees begin to dance soulfully as she walks past, whilst the water creatures started twinkling the surface of the river, awaiting all those light hearted steps to come close by.
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idea for a princess dress on her waist, a crown hair band on her head, a Barbie doll on her hand does not made her day. A desire for a lollipop,an ice cream, a fluffy toy are no longer candy of her eyes. She has grown up,
after many times of leaves falling and trees blossoming. This simple girl has grown up with her thoughtful mind but not cunning, with her beautiful eyes but not luring, with the fearful darkest night but no crying. Big party with massive layered cake, gossips with hates, Tiffany & Co with her name, has always slipping off her mind. Heels with red base night, diamonds shine blind, Chanel to tell the time, Hermes to hang on side, has never crossed her mind.
“Between the vanities, like the movie that we watched�
‘They say you are a plain Jane, They make fun of you like a game. Things that you can’t do is blame, Things that you should do its to make a change.’
Fashion bonds to her as she walks taller and taller and she knows it is part of her deep inside her soul. A strong bond never abandoned. A soulmate that is never redundant. She made her life inspiring, she made her ride intriguing.
To
live the high life like Velentino Gravani, to flow cash like the gen-
tlemen of Dolce & Gabanna and to dress like spice girl—Victoria Beckham ‘wanna be’can only happen in our dream. But whose success does not come from a dream? Which achievement does not form by being keen? No exception for this young girl to dream to be glorious one day but, in her own way.
"Drool over
Hollywood lifestyle"
She make no chase, she styles as she pleases. Simple but no less polished. Tweets come into her eyes and open her mind. Her brain cannot decide what is wrong or right. Lies or no lies, can only be seen by time. She can always be enlightened, If she does not lose her mind.
Fashion need no rules, fashion need no clues, ‘fashion need no luxury goods.’ There is no wrong to look for Karl Lagerfeld for style, but wise and sense should always come first in our mind.
"who see it first?'" “She touches and feel with her both hands the texture of the dress and her eyes flicker with excitement.” “She came from her back and grab the last piece of the dress right after the second the lady put it down.” It’s women fond for the CoCo with all those staff in black with flashing eyelids. She watches as she passes by with ease in her sensible simple dressing. This scene is not fresh for her sight.
“I am flying but..... I can’t scream" Say bye to the rural, say hi to the cruel. Welcome to the true world baby. Put chemical on skin and breath lipstick in are the daily routine. Backstabbing, whispering, scheming, conning, happens when breathing and she is still wondering with her Primark stripe nude pink top. People live with it and eat with it. Friend or foe no one knows. Everyone is contaminated in this murky pond, fashion sense is long
gone.
She and her old plain beige pants have no fault but have to walk as they taught. Her little space is polluted and she has no desire to keep things on like the way they do. It is a pain for her to make any move in this spikey land. She wants to be on her own route but she can not be rude. She believes someday her passion and insistence would worked its magic. She let her fantasy run errand from moon to back and her hostility evaporated completely.
‘She fought back the tears, despite the fears to shot in the dark’ She is always with her ripped jeans and white slouchy T. She cook noodle in her mug and she had dinner in her bathtub. She walked miles and gotten words with “you are out”. She knows she will make her own crowd one day if she gives it all out.
The
path that we are taking will never be the same,
The path that we are wondering will never be the aim.
The joy that we have made will never be by fame,
The joy that we can make are go insane.
And now, she found her own room and she made her bloom. People claps so loud to make her proud. That’s no place that she would rather be. The place not with all the claps and crowd but place where people realize what is fashion style.
Fashion style with free mind won’t lie, fashion style with sense not price.
Isn’t it that life is a plain? Isn’t it that life is a pain? It depends on what you want to gain and how to maintain. It depends how you see and what you leaning towards to gain.