Comfort of a good skin

We all have our own personal identity, the way we wish to be perceived by the world. The way others react to this branding is up to them but we reach have some control over the message.

Just like big advertisers we can sit and build a fantastic campaign as to how we want to present ourselves but as soon as it printed on paper or placed on screen we are at the mercy of others. All you can do is be happy with the original concept.

For people that billboard is our skin, the barrier between inside and out, it is the first impression we give and our first line of defence against those reactions. We wear it every day for both smart and casual events. It should be something we can be comfortable in.

Skin

Worn all day; with me to stay; I wish I could, should, see you better. What do they see; those who look at me; am just a loser, who’s a, lax go getter? Deep inside; where I go to hide; we are just a scared, bared, naked little kid . What should we show; do we want them to know; that this skin, thin, keeps our feelings hid.

Are you not the same; all neurosis and shame; are you like me, see, we are internally broken. It’s just that when; we get hurt again; we will play keep schtum, dumb, a pain that won’t be spoken. But that upper lip; you can watch it slip; as our skin fails, wails, as the comments come apace. So we take the toxins; keep them boxed in; and see the scars sketched, etched, upon our face.