Give peace a chance, you motherfucker

There is a necessary dark in us, a necessary cotton-wool-like layer right under our skin that stifles us and makes us too warm and irritable like babies left to bake in the back seat of a rusty sedan.

You begin to wonder if it REALLY necessary...because while we use it to protect us, we don't realize until it's too late that we're dying of thirst.


Yours,

I


If I were a secret, I would be...the skeleton in your closet.