the-skinned-one

[the-skinned-one]

I have been out of my skin for too long.

[the-skinned-one]

I'm so exhausted

[the-skinned-one]

I use to be happy

[the-skinned-one]

the creatures

[the-skinned-one]

I lose more and more confidence daily.

[the-skinned-one]

Being hot isn’t enough, you need to be weird too.

[the-skinned-one]

My soul is tethered.

Like the ocean and the moon.

Body and soul millions of miles apart.

Yet inexplicably connected.

The soul has been battered and bruised. The body reflected it's scars of past battles won and lost.

Trophies that itch to be reopened.

The moon is crumbling and the Tides are rising.

I roil within myself.

[the-skinned-one]

I must start writing again.

[the-skinned-one]

I want to dig through my form and rip apart all the unnecessary bits.

Although when I'm done there may not be much left.

[the-skinned-one]

It's weak and it's stupid but I wish I was someones someone.

I use to be.

I doubt I ever will again.

I doubt I'll even make it long enough to attempt it.

[the-skinned-one]

Is my voice even mine?

Did I cannibalize every trait I exhibit?

Am I real if nothing is really me?

[the-skinned-one]

Reclaim me.

[the-skinned-one]

New fear unlocked:

I go to dashcon 2 to meet the muppet joker and he's actually british

[the-skinned-one]

Sometimes my agony is so powerful I have no choice but to sit in aw.

Admire how deeply the hooks have embedded themselves into my bones.

[the-skinned-one]

I'm drowning.

[the-skinned-one]

I'm so exhausted.

[the-skinned-one]

I found something the other day.

A snail shell.

It was gorgeous I wanted it.

When I picked it up I noticed trash inside of it.

It wasn't trash.

It was it's 'foot'.

He died in his shell.