Beyond the different shades of Pink lies another world…Somewhere there, lost between a pair of peep toes, bottles of exotic nail polish and piles of Pink fancy stationary, a grown up soul sits and observes and ponders.. and grows up a bit more.. thinks again… then goes out to buy a new toy…hmm how about a Pink pen? Let’s hit Virgin Megastores…surely they got some new gadget..
Age.. cannot be defined by a number…how many times have you heard someone say this? probably a trillion-gazillion times..in many different perspectives and occasions…older people use it when they get that urge to feel young, and little ones..well remember when you were dreaming of being 12? and feeling older than someone else? just feel taller and have a saying and play “big boy” over your little friend (who happens to be 3 weeks younger teehee)..smile spreads over my face while writing..is that my case? hmm perhaps..I am 22 (twenty and two years old!!!) at some moments, this number 22 sounds huge! like wow! like i was 14 last night…i love toys…wait! i didn’t have enough time on the swing…and i still neeeed that new princess barbie…and i sleep with the lights on.Other times…that number…that 22…sounds so small? i mean, look where i am!?…where am i? i really don’t know…i do get lost you know? i feel hmm 33? i just got my car awesome right?!! yeah i know…i’ve probably said that ten billion thousand times..its huge…maybe…just maybe its a little too huge? The dilemma..torn between an older Pinky and the baby pinky little being…stumbling, falling, getting up again, stumbling, looking around, and scampering up once more… my scratches are my medals…my bruises are my trophies…but i’m still walking…in those heels…and i feel tall..and i can’t fight that huge widespread grin on my silly little face and you my friend are part of what made Pinky
I meet icons along the way everyday of my life…from bosses to cleaners..i’ve met spirits who made me who i am today…there were the good the extraordinary and the evil..there were the weak and the powerful…the teachers and the followers…the traditional and the crazy (My rockstar) i owe each and every being i met.. in a way or another… that burning flame of love i have for living beings… only continues to grow…and glow… that was the common ground i found with him…love…that word that hmm..not so many of us quite understand…is huge…you cannot love one person, you cannot love a certain thing…love is an overflowing feeling…it comes in different shapes and sizes and colors and forms and it is just about everywhere. It is something you believe in..it is what nurtures your soul…He was the only one who understood what i meant with “I love everyone” (doesn’t make sense huh?) I do… It’s weird…i know..but i do..most of all…i love my rockstar(who believes God is a rockstar wink wink)…in so many ways..who is leaving…to this other world he believes in…and no matter how mad i could be at him…how i wish i’d strangle him with my bare hands…all those unspoken words and thoughts and feelings…i resolve to do what i do best…eat pray and love…I love God..I love humans…babies and toys…i resolve to write and write, write and write some more…and draw a little.. i need to bombard the world with Pinky’s book…and Pinky’s fashionable stationary line…and it will be all about clothes and bags and toys and colors…and tons of silly little things…you’d die of Pinkiness…but it wouldn’t matter then, i would’ve reached my purpose-driven-goal…BINGO!!!
Beware the Pink Monster