For A.

Sometimes I make a list in my head of designers I would love to sew for, with, or whatever. At the top for me is John Galliano and the second, Alexander McQueen. Alexander McQueen comitted suicide. This always disturbs me more than just dying. Mostly because I think we all know what it is to be depressed. To feel that we are at some rank edge where nothing will feel good again. People die, it happens all the time, it will happen to everyone. Sometimes it's just way too soon and too sad.

I get it

Sometimes

life

can be so

empty

and crushing

count yourself lucky

that

you

can see things

like

birds playing

and

chuckle

ridiculously

mumbling to

yourself

frown to smile

smile to

frown

mumbling