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01/18/2019
FlirtyFlower
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Forever Young
She looks at me bashfully with her brown eyes. I'd love to stroke her paused, soft cheeks. But I know I can't.
Her black hair hides under a big white bobble hat. Still ashamed, she tries to button up her pink winter jacket with her little hands. Her legs barely reach the floor of the bus seat and when she looks me in the face again, I smile.
But just today I had no time to put on make-up and the world sees my true face. Crazy, where I still look like a child even at my age without make-up.
While I'm still standing next to her, I perceive a kind of tangy, powdery cotton and pomegranate scent. Soft yet a little sweet. Clean, as clean as a good kid's metaphor. Because this childlike purity, at some point we lose it, we, us, all the adults.
When the bus stops, there is the guy with the dreadlocks and when we all have to get out, I let the little one know with my eyes and a smile that she can get out first.
And somehow I'm scared. Cause the guy with the dreadlocks is looking at me. Like someone who hasn't seen my make up or my mask, but me.
EPILOG
"The eyes are useless, when the mind is blind."
Her black hair hides under a big white bobble hat. Still ashamed, she tries to button up her pink winter jacket with her little hands. Her legs barely reach the floor of the bus seat and when she looks me in the face again, I smile.
But just today I had no time to put on make-up and the world sees my true face. Crazy, where I still look like a child even at my age without make-up.
While I'm still standing next to her, I perceive a kind of tangy, powdery cotton and pomegranate scent. Soft yet a little sweet. Clean, as clean as a good kid's metaphor. Because this childlike purity, at some point we lose it, we, us, all the adults.
When the bus stops, there is the guy with the dreadlocks and when we all have to get out, I let the little one know with my eyes and a smile that she can get out first.
And somehow I'm scared. Cause the guy with the dreadlocks is looking at me. Like someone who hasn't seen my make up or my mask, but me.
EPILOG
"The eyes are useless, when the mind is blind."
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