Simple Style Statement

Time strokes the wrinkled canvas, the ancient spider in twilight hour weaves the senility web, the empty eyes wander in the wasteland. The hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of loss. The face morphs into metaphor for the past panorama dislodged, captured in the snapshot of the narcissist impulse congealed in the portrait I make of me. It’s made of latent lattice of delicate design, lines on lines contour my body. The vibrant epitome of expression align with the pattern of unique look personified. An insular captive of my mental making, I’m an inimitable loner within me, defined by the entrenched essence singular, scared to face the crowded world. I get driven by the self-obsessed urge to uplift my sagging morale, clothe the portrait with an apposite attire. I open the sparse closet to select a T-shirt with the walking punchline “Be Brave, Be You” inscribed bold. It makes a simple style statement for me coming out of the lonesome shell.