Madmen and Kahlo.

Today has been one of those crazy sorts of days when I'm not entirely sure which parts are real and which parts are just life taking whatever secret joke he's made too far. They tell you to stay hungry, stay thin, these are the roles you need to fit into, like those jeans that even though they're too big on you, still show how fat you are. Kahlo told you not to get too skinny, but the girls on shiny paper don't look like her, and anyway, she had a monobrow so what does she know about beauty?

It's funny how the smallest part of a person's life can shape their legacy: Kahlo with her facial hair, Van Gogh, who in a few hours of estranged passion cut off his ear. At least most people leave out the brothel part. How do you know where to start? Is it when your bones begin to show and your ears burn, or is it earlier? What can you do except stay warm?

For hundreds of years they told us all that the sun followed us, and burned anyone who said differently. I wonder if the sun ever became jealous that he wasn't getting the recognition due to him. Still, he didn't burn anyone in all that time. It's funny how the ones who are proven right after all that time are the ones with the most grace.

Now the men who once burned men of science tell us that our bodies are not our own, that we are men not fit for living in liberty. They bind us up in seat belts and insurance policies and nightly news stories and tell us not to ask questions. "Why" is only fit for children, and even then will never be answered seriously. You grow up and live in boxes and stop feeling the sun, forgetting why men asked about the it in the first place. Stay quiet, stay quiet, this is the way things are. Leave it be, grow thin, what did Van Gogh know about these things anyway, he cut off his ear didn't he?

And we grow tired, aching to know what's missing from our lives, is it just vitamin D, or is it something else. Lips forget how to form the word "why" and we go for years living in the dark.

I'd rather be taken as a passionate madwoman with a legacy of one ear and a monobrow, living in the sun, rather than someone who stopped asking questions.