Stream of Consciousness ⛧ ⨾ September 02, 2024
Slow-paced medicine slither as sebum on carcass of closed pores; fair pigmented acne secreting frailty mirrored against his beryl hues.
Note: An imagery where my insecurity (minor acne) would be treated softly by a former blue-eyed love interest; fragile for not controlling the insides of my skin, hoping for his sight to dig deeper, towards my soul; although loosely connected, I yearned for his communication when other imperfections rose to our derma, immediate reaction of betrayal on his side, and overall unsaid words bathed in our distance and brisk ending of friendship (may I be allowed to call it so; if not, then acquaintance).