Walking Over Eggshells

I feel like a Magritte portrait
with a faceful of things.
That is not me.
It is a representation of myself,
the part of me that existed when I took this picture.
A brief glimpse,
a sliver of a portrait that I dare peel back for you,
shuttering it away after the click of the camera,
after my feet land on the ground.
It does not mean a thing.

The holes and studs make me feel discomfort if I look at this photo for too long.

^{Urban Outfitters top // Forever 21 boyfriend cardigan // Zara skirt // Top Shoes boots // T-shirt & Jeans bag}

I went to Gladstones by Malibu beach for the first time that day. It’s a beautiful place by the beach, and the sun sank cleanly as I waited for my food. Yes, I do waste my instax film on things that are not people.

It was a good day.

It was also a day when I attempted, yet again, to change my hair parting.

That wasn’t so good.