Drops

I got my hair cut by a korean woman that made me think of what a friend of mine will look like when she grows up. She of course thinks she's all grown up already. Age like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I wear red lipstick sometimes as a disguise. It acts as a barrier to the faceless masses that don't know me. These days that is everyone. I am back in the old places, landmarks I thought I had grown and moved on from. Instead they have just transmuted, grown legs and followed me a long.

Perhaps it is truly impossible to grow as a person. We remain stuck in our ruts, lying to ourselves, decieving others. Life is a game about deception. We play it because the only alternative is death. Some choose the alternative. Not everyone has that freedom.

You bought a red wrist band with the words BlOOD and VITALITY embossed on it. Are they the same thing? Is my lack of vitality linked to some deficiency of my blood?