From a piece I hope to continue....
Monday morning is made less miserable with a slash of red lipstick, and an emerald green dress. Early in the morning, when everyone else is still asleep it can be hard to keep yourself in the right state of mind. It’s just easy enough to slip, quickly, readily, down into a hole of thought, of obsession. But that’s just mornings for you. So you put on that dress, and fuss about with your shoes, your bracelets.
Later in the afternoon is different, when the hours stretch on the work keeps coming, then, it is easy to stay focused. The mind, sharp as a blade, stuck like glue on the current task, so casual entrenchment in thoughts that ought not to be explored is simply, disregarded.
Of course, late at night, when minds are want to rest and the sky is dark like ink, a return to the original paradox is found. The mind, a skydiver falling at a 9.8m/s2 into thought after recollection after regret after looming deadline after incomplete task. It can be hard to keep up with.
Then again, I’m just hard to keep up with. I’m sorry; I should have introduced myself in the first place. My name is Alice. I don’t have any nicknames, and no, I’d really rather you not saddle me with one for sake of ease or amusement. At times I feel like an illusion, as though there is Alice, the girl, the woman, the one the everyday folk interact with. A smile sashaying down the street in a scarlet silk sheath, skimming over skin with scarcity. And then, deep down beneath layers of porcelain skin soft like innocence, there is an essence of struggle and an unrelenting need for... something. This of course sounds all well and good out loud, but it is a whole different concept to really... implement.
At the end of the day, the hours pass more readily with a plastered on smile, and eyes, sparkling with secrets.