And in one wrecked midnight, I became the backup plan when no trash bins were present.
I laugh so loud that I want to spit out my actual chaos with the vibrating sound. Everyone noticed my dirt, but no one stepped closer to clean me up—I saw it coming, yet I feel shamed, seeing them watch me like they just attended a clown show.
These shaking hands, twist and turn lines on my forehead, twilight under my eyes, and unholy role-plays in my head, who would take receipt of this view?
No one is looking for me, so I don’t consider myself lost…
Am I the victim of this crime or the suspect for the distortion of my aura?
Or maybe I was a narcissist, a spoiled kid from the abandoned castle, and a villain that everyone wanted to dispatch? I hid to look for mistakes and fix them. But a backstory woke me up.
Everything was a show—a test to know who will stay. It was an experiment. No one embraced me, but I didn’t lose, for they actually lost sight of the beauty of my eclipse—my unmatched version.
But I still owe myself an apology letter for the tiny hope that peeked from her lungs…
