my skin feels great today. following the weeks and months of treacherous dry flakes and mountainous shards of invisible sandpaper-laced glass, it feels good to grind my hands together and know i'm not actually falling apart. the world forever changes and i follow forever with it, lost in the abysmal mess that was left behind for us to clean up. whatever distorted view of paradise we thought was possible was dismantled as soon as we tried to attain it. but now in these days, in MY days, belonging and responsibility aren't things so readily desired. on the inside we can be crusty and rotten and fixed with adhesives more rotten than the mess itself, but hide it on the outside like a venomous flower blooming and inviting anyone to come admire the beauty that is being presented. me and the few like me know that observation can be taken beyond mere perception and interpretation. that is why we bend, and pry, and contort these aggressive steps towards understanding and re-represent them as ideas not fixed to any tangible chain of command. we holy few and beautifully disastrous invaders of the potential, giving rank and acknowledgment to the forgotten and dismantled. it's the little victories like the renewed feeling of strength and dexterity that allow me to continue on the path i've stumbled onto.