Showing posts with label mascara. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mascara. Show all posts
Wednesday, 10 June 2015
Journal # 06.10.15
My makeup is scattered about the rooms. Foundation here, mascara there, yet none of it on my face! Eyeliner everywhere. I have instructions for life which I try and follow. I have stitches on my foot from when I was a kid and stepped on glass. I have a pin in my thumb from when I broke it. I do not remember which thumb. I love my scars. I have two tattoos and both are blue. I will be having surgery to remove a calcification on my index finger, in July. The doctor warned me there will be stitches. I really cannot wait for the new scar! I hope I will be able to play guitar. Today I will be reading the manuscript of a friend from a far off country. Working on the English translation from his native tongue. I will go for coffee at noon with a close friend. I will fold my laundry and put the clothes away. I will take time to work on my novella. Life happens one second at a time. I will be thinking of you, and hoping your day is long and rich and disorganized, too, full of laughter and dreams coming true. -KatYa
Thursday, 4 September 2014
K reads 'eyeliner'
'eyeliner'
Oh
for what
Of
eyeliner
how it pulls!
mascara
tugs the butter
blades
all black
here
i’m coming back
to smile
to you
to sky
so blue
Powder out
the
tired
eye
leave the night
to die
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