Just like Katy Perry, I too am falling from cloud nine. Just one day after fashion week and I feel as if I just fell off cloud nine and back into reality. I seem to have gotten used to the smoke and mirrors that is the "fashion industry"... The champagne, the models and the clothes thats worth more than a small plane. Fashion is just one big made up story. One big fantasy tall tale... Kinda like Hannah Montana's "Life's What You Make it" but with clothes and accessories. I find myself craving the industry like a drug addict craving his next fix. What has become of me? What is this life I made up for myself? Am I Peter Pan? My phone's screen tells a story of a boy (named lucky) whos drive to make it on his own but doesn't know what's reality and whats an illusion. I crave the bright lights and long New York nights. Only I can make this "fantasy" become my reality, my future.
The fire has been ignited.
The fire has been ignited.
