Define You, Define Me.

Define You.

You, like a clay, like a silk. Just as mild, you create this beautiful feeling everyone points at. The light dims on others but you. You are that 3-carat diamond that tops the display, you know how to please. I am not exaggerating. You are a little too much, you are nearing nonesuch. They bathed you with Alpine pure water, fed you liquefied gold and covered you with glass no bullet could pierce. Because sunlight hurts you much and fluoridated eych-too-ow burns your skin. omg what sensitivity we are lacking.

You, like you, are gentle. You are immune to the fragile X mutation (mwahaha), to being failed, to the sun, the beach, and anything but.. you. Why is that, you? But you are not all that bad. Woah what made me say that. Sometimes though, you are quite a pressure, with holes all over. Maybe you should ponder a bit, whether you should cover them holes back or leave them be :)

You, this is not the first note. Should it be a congratulation, or its evil twin consolation, I haven’t the least. Well maybe, I could give you a thank you note the next time, just in case, you need something comfy to feather your nice being.

Define Me.

I, am not you. And I own a big black bottle where I kept everything from everyone. And I filled it with a black note, its words stretched the size of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue piece. I are a rebel.

Backward.

~ by Shi on November 8, 2008.