This is something I’ve been working on… Not quite finished yet though.
I’ve titled it ‘Wallpaper’.
Sometimes
just for fun
when I shower
I like to rip off
the wallpaper
of my skin
that has taken hours upon hours
to plaster to my person.
And when I’m stripped clean
of my sanity
I breathe in the wonder of my
true vanity;
I take hold of that insanity.
Amidst the showers of my thoughtless power
I remember
that I am beautiful.
I am beautiful
the way skies scream blue,
the way the acrylics of my passion
paint over every wrinkle of imperfection
that I’ve perfected
on the wallpaper
of my skin.
I remember
that over the years
the only thing that’s aged
is the clock,
cause in my heart
I still feel like a newborn
learning to talk,
Tic toc, tic toc,
time’s running out
and I’m head over heels
in love with the sound
that silence screams
when the world that is so lost
has finally found
itself.
I remember
the world we live in
is broken,
half-past defeated.
And the only way to save ourselves
is to savour ourselves,
and let the wallpaper go unspoken.
(via twistedtheory)
