Ramblings ahead, I never share my writingπ΅βπ« Bad grammer TWπ
How people can hate wrinkles is something I will never understand. Wrinkles are lovely, the passage of time ingrained on my skin it tells stories that go unspoken. Laugh lines whisper " I have laughed, I have known joy so much that she embedded part of herself into my skin, I have had reason to be happy time and time again and here it shows plain as day." Crows feet whisper to me, " I have loved, I have known love and kindness so much so that I can not erase what it did to me." Frown lines murmer "I have known loss, I have known heartbreak and hard times and here I am despite it, still fighting for a life that has been so hard on me." Wrinkles on the skin say to me " Here I am, I have lived, I have seen life and here I am in spite of it all, like rings on a tree I am here ever growing. I have grown tall and been cut down, replanted, I have touched the sky and seen the world and here I am again and again, I have lived." What is so wrong with showing we have loved and known happiness, we have known heartbreak and loss, we have lived again and again. -Kaz!













