I saw a lady with glitter all over her face and a man sleeping with his head in his hands.
I thought about being taken along with someone else's flow. The currents of my own life seemed so chopped up by indecision.
My younger sister had commandeered the word "sophistication" over the course of the last week. I had enough of it the first time it came out across her glossy little lips.
The word was taken up by two other sisters and became a chant. We would clearly all love to be considered sophisticated. We all take different roads to achieve this goal. And these roads are even more different when observed from the outside.
The funny part is, we are all mentally already there.
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