doesn’t she? That girl has just spent an hour and forty five minutes trying to get the perfect
picture of herself. Now she is going to spend another two hours ‘Photoshopping’ it to make
one leg look thinner and the other one look longer.
does not need to take selfies to know that he still looks like a dear little cherub. What I do need to
do is to let people be themselves. Let the good in them shine out. Let their fresh little peepers see
the good in others.
the poor little dears get pelted with pictures of the impossible. People who could never – and should
never exist. Heck, people don’t even recognise themselves anymore!
oops! You’ve dropped it again and the screen has smashed into a million sparkly little pieces, like
glitter in your hand.
Five minutes are long enough for ‘piercing blues’ to lock onto ‘limpid pools’ at a bus stop and
maybe actually start a conversation?
where you are supposed to and have a much nicer time than you expected with Julio from Accounts.
you are beginning to lack is good old-fashioned, primitive emotion.
finding ways to push you together so you can find each others’ squishy bits of ‘good’ that you still
keep buried in those soft little bodies of yours. I think I have another thousand years on the clock?
Then I’m off to find a little bit of ‘good’ for myself!