07. Formal
Formal things are fancy things and formals remind me of dresses.
I'm tired and all I can think of is the swishing of dresses that may never again be worn.
Dresses that seem to cost the whole world at the time, when really they're simply mass-produced pieces of fabric sewn together, perhaps with some shiny beads attached.
They'll be stored away in the backs of cupboards, perhaps not gathering dust, but not gathering memories either.
Gathering the smell of a stale wardrobe and desperately clinging to past memories.
Or at least they would, if dresses could actually cling to things.
I don't know.
I'm tired and all I can think of is the swishing of dresses that may never again be worn.
Dresses that seem to cost the whole world at the time, when really they're simply mass-produced pieces of fabric sewn together, perhaps with some shiny beads attached.
They'll be stored away in the backs of cupboards, perhaps not gathering dust, but not gathering memories either.
Gathering the smell of a stale wardrobe and desperately clinging to past memories.
Or at least they would, if dresses could actually cling to things.
I don't know.
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