Every once in a while, your skin doesn’t feel the same anymore,
When you feel the cracks of your unending skin widening and the colors that fill you up exploding
And you bathe in the dripping insanity of those colours that violate the innocence of your skin.
These colours hurt the skin that hurt your soul.
These colours make you feel safe even if the sense of calm and peace is a far-fetched idea.
It is a mystery worth drowning a billion years in the suffocating thick shallows of these colours that make you up, isn’t it?
How can damage bring happiness?