strip off all the layers on the outside,
& you're just like a slice of pizza dough, hiding beneath the thick sheets of insecurities you've built up to ironically hide behind, making yourself look all jazzed up, when in fact you're the same like the next person - protecting yourself from learning what it feels to be discovered.
painting my nails over & over again.
smoothly paint it layer by layer, fuck it up, & do it all over again.
i guess i lost my train of thought. i have so many things to say but i can't say what so maybe just i'm not content with myself right now, i wanna curl up &.
go figure. what comes next.
i want to learn the art of falling & not having someone break it.
cos i think forgetting is what we all need most. & you know that goddamned well too.
hey i think i like my nails.:)
