my new favourite poemm, my new favourite desire.

one (just one) day i want (really i do) to be real for you (who?)

do you think that we get a little carried away? that we see the endless rotation of bright images on the screen and forget they're unattainable? and then we get botox or at least foundation and wear wigs or at least dye our hair and get liposuction or at least go to the gym. in the name of impossibility. in the name of a plasticity we should hate. in the name of a perfection we're already blessed with.