Cloudwalker

I have the odd tendency to see myself as a construction site. Always something to be improved. Worked upon. Never good enough. Chipping painting and floors only half done. Sometimes I dream about the finished result. But lately I'm realizing there's no such thing. I'm a wonder in motion.. Constantly expanding and shifting. I fear the perfection is only achieved by death. What is more haunted than an empty house?

Girl enters into woods Comes out with animal skin

what terrible things we do to each other in an effort to be kind

i cant trust you not to swallow all my soft spots

i feel like if i gave you my heart, you would eat it

If i can remove my face, and acuqire a New one. I tuoni I can finally be happy. This old face of mine is full of too much sadness.