Thursday, November 23, 2017
People laugh faster than you.
They laugh without thinking about it and they seem easier in themselves, like they were poured into their skin.
Not like you.
You feel like you're borrowing your skin, waiting for the owner to show up at a party, remember he lent it to you, and ask for it back.
Sometimes, you look at the stars in the sky like they might be home.
And you try and find yourself in every puddle that you cross in the street.
Written by Me at 5:34 AM