The Secret

My face has rivers. It has hills and mountains. Just above my lips there is a hidden secret. Like a treasure. To unlock this hiding place I have to be in a special state of mind. I have to be heading somewhere, have to be liked and noticed - even admired. Things around me have to be in motion and not one day must look like another. Lots of interaction and lots and lots of freedom.  

I call it "the classic". 

It's actually a beauty spot. A tiny dot of skin that is darker than the rest. To some people one of these can be tragic - because it brought them cancer and pain. To me it is a sign of me being alive. 

But the damn thing has it's own will. I can't force it to appear or stay no matter what I do. Because it's honest. I must appreciate it, when it's there and learn from my mistakes. 

Now you know. If you ever meet me. Look for "the classic" just above my lip on the right site of my mouth. If you see it you can be certain that you caught me on a special time.

Rebecca (without)