putting the last touch
*repost from last year's musing somewhere on back of my pocket with dust bunnies. on tired face still pale with the weight of the days with the thickest paint and brightest glitters one night a year, we celebrate another artificial holiday once in remembrance of the deceased now in rememberance of currently deceasing. laughed out loud at foolish pageantry another consumerism success, i often looked with disdane at this despearate escape to fantasies of each one. tonight i look closer as a mobster in observance the girls and boys with their unquinched wanting for friendship and belonging, dresses up as princesses and heroes, going through strangers' door to another breaking the daily rule of isolation and self-containment giggling with excitement not only for the candies but for the rare moments of togetherness the adults with even more thirst crowd the streets with if overtly sexual, sometimes crude often genius creative but mostly store-purchased icons of dreams musings frustr...