The Dress

In an imaginary world where believe is everything, there existed a dress of a magic perception, for any occasion or who you meet it changes to its occasion. Like the individual feeling you sense in that circumstance, giving the eye of the beholder a dress of perceptive romance. The dress always in perfect fit and accessories included, the soul knows that she is perfect and the dress has to reveal it. But as the soul matures only by experience, the dress struggles with making perfect decisions. The compromised dress in the wrong place, and with whom not at the right time in sensitive space. Tensions touching the weakest button, the swilling chest of motions gets the boat rocking. The top button jumps into the reflected image, splitte personality without knowledge. One cannot blame others, they acting like a mirror, making the perfected image more queerer. Every smile you get is usually a compliment, creating reflections in multitude consent. Every soul in its multiple reflection dress, many mirror souls making beauty timeless.