Kiss of perception

Women have far too much time on their hand when removing nail polish…

Beauty requires a certain distance. An inherent fear of destruction. Fear of self. Fear of intensity.

Whatever the reason may be… There is a great sense of injustice in me… like in a porcelain doll sat in a glass house.

My perfume ran out today. The new one called heart is just like the scent I smelled when I got my first letter from the Zoological society of London. Oh, just another natural coincidence that I am watching the Perfume now. Return to my senses. Return to my perception. To me.

Perception is like the first kiss. You cannot hold it. Nothing holds eternity, so vice versa.

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