Missing you.

And we wonder what beauty is, hiding behind blue eyeshadow and candied lips. The clouds are in the sky, darkened above with threats of the storm to come. I watch the rain fall with wonder and cold sets in.

This is beauty beyond the aesthetics.
Empty, lonely, hidden from sunshine: reality's reflection.

Silk and cotton in pretty colors only cover so much of the frayed wires and damage underneath.
Fully exposed, contemplating the universe with childlike fear and awe.

Bare.
Frightened.
Vulnerable.
Alive.

The world is on fire tonight.

Please come home?
Love,
Missionary Doll.

"It's funny how things, they change
the clouds they part, rearrange for me
Faces of strangers and I have no familiars to help me see
Where is home?
I want you to know

That I wish you were here"
- Stefani Germanotta/Lady Gaga; Wish You Were Here