LIFESTYLE

Seconds, minutes and hours

Days tread into the threshold of weeks

Months and years, decades mingle into the playground of centuries

Style like threads have been interwoven and interlaced into the fabrics of mankind

And in the confines of fashion we somehow find ourselves clogged up in the undying soothing flames of being classy

So here is the question

What is life without style?

And what is existence without beautiful colors

A rainbow painting of color splashed on the walls of our dark infinity

So infinitely we intricately carve this artifact of perfection

As our broken bones, subtle skins and tentative toes seek for the yeezys, tight jeans and body hugs

Hugged by daily modern trend

You are never classy unless you’re trendy

Friendly enough to hear the loud echo of Mother Nature

Closer enough to feel the warmth of the smiling sun

Life is a runway of colors

Modeling on the laid platform of conscious beauty

Not being guilty nor feeling filthy by the stains of hidden fame and 50 shades of shame

Like glowing ink on my dark baked skin

With a strap on my laces

The clock on my wrist

Shades to shield my weary eyes from the endless stare of the sun

I’ll walk my way to stardom like the statue of liberty

For the crown is mine

For iamscripted with the scrolls of style and exquisite magnificence.

_iamscripted

Comments

[Scripted]

Thank you Mimi

[Mirabelle Morah]

Nicee