there's a woman who looks like this inside me.
My beautiful, mysterious alter ego who represents about .05% of my psyche and is relegated to some alternate plane of existence, in this life. Maybe next time round I'll get the chance to look like her. Not Kate Moss, per se, obviously. This is what I dreamed of as a (fat) teenager in excessive amounts of eye makeup. I had a point to make about all this, but I can't remember what it is. I just feel drawn to this picture.