I hold onto the beautiful people.
I would like to mean that I collect real people,
keeping the good and real voices around me for
safety but really I just clip them from magazines
and catalogues and carefully put them into my manila
Here is an unsmiling lady and she is barefoot. She
looks like Serenity. And here is the same woman
but she is swinging a Child over her head, she looks
like Bliss or Eternity. And here, these boots tell me I can walk this earth from top to bottom and back again and it will be Adventure.
I am who these pages are made for. I am the person
who is saying This looks easy and I am the person
saying Let me buy this shirt or dress or chair or
vacation or book or bag Because I Can and because maybe that will do it and I will be that beautiful for a bit. Only I do not buy, I take out my scissors and silently snip these things carefully to love.
I save lots and lots of pictures and I like to
look at these beautiful people even knowing they
are being paid. I would like to think maybe for that
instant they are actually Playful or Content or Rugged or In Love. It could be that simple.