she is tired of excuses. correction: she is tired of being an excuse. anyway, it's not like her life is a breeze. she can never claim a bad hair day or the time of the month or the side-effects of left-over nightmares. she has to show up. she has to grin and bear it: the smile spilled all over her face, the appearance of always being mid-dance, or beaming with gladness, awash in sunlight and colour and all that is wholesome, as if anyone would just love living a never-ending detergent commercial. and everyone simply glosses over her – for once, she wishes they would stop and consider what it's really like to be her. to be so exposed, to have a surface for a face and to know that whatever you try to hide behind is but paper thin.
About DDM*
- ddm*
- *the title of this blog came to me in a dream, so i assumed it was inspired by the muses (also, ddm indicates my initials). i suppose the muses were encouraging me to write more frequently, on the basis of discipline, not only inspiration, which has been good...but i still need them more! *about copyright: feel free to (non-commercially) share and be inspired by these muses, but please give credit to their author & link back to this blog ~ thanks.
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