There's nothing quite as delightful as removing make-up. Slopping it on is not nearly half as desirable as slathering it off with essential oil and soap, revealing the protesting naked skin. The mask falls off yellow-black, ugly testament to the filth we carry ourselves through. And then eye-lids, once smokey gold, look calm again. Lips, before a suffering shade of burgundy, now soft pink and slightly chapped.

There's nothing quite as delightful as being natural. Be translucent in the light and dance like smoke, there's really nothing they can do to your world if you choose to be stable and secure in your own unique substance.