I Don't Know How To Eject Myself
The day came to a beginning with a sky of bright blue colored canvas with streaks of soft white clouds. its like velvet to me, for it soothes me pleasure. Yet all I see are the tiny microscopic splinters when staring at the reflection. I know it's me out there physically, but I do not sense myself present. And I can't bring myself to say the things torturing me right out in the open because I am petrified of hearing it out in the open. Maybe I just do not know myself yet, or what I want exactly.