I seem to have lost myself a little focusing on some of the more so called " I M P O R T A N T " things in life. But yet, I seem to always find my way back to my true love, my true passion, my only friend that will listen and never speak. My only friend who will never have a judgmental attitude and always does what I say. A friend that is always ready to go when I am ready to go. His name is Fashion.
He's filled with so much emotion . desperate thoughts . cries of the fear of failure his my future . the intolerable agony of the dreams that he may not see . but the collection of love that he will share .