fluorescent stars stare at me, from a wall above me... it's a ceiling I guess, but I'm never one much for detail. We fail sometimes at being ourselves we delve into other people's closets for inside disguises that fit one size too small... What a tall order it must be. To be what we are and celebrate it like we do Happy New Years. Fears of eyes turning away at my glance, advances toward the door to avoid the burden of me and the trespass of their eyes and memories with my awful me... In between, you celebrate someone who holds you over until the real me arrives... I hide like a fugitive in the woods with cuffs around my feet. Slowly but surely you catch up to me and clean my wounds with a tender touch. I clutch to you like a thirsty mosquito to flesh and drain your discomfort just the same. The blame for it though lies in the almost me for not arriving in time to warn you of a me still reeling from the loss of others that i thought completed me... when you were the only thing missing all along. Hail to small details.
Reason for writing:
dont remember writing this one but figured i had to add it
Birth sign: Pisces
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