The sunlight is like the runny egg yolks that sat limp on my plate yesterday morning - lifeless ; watery - a faded patch on a seemingly endless plethora of porcelain. There it sat - uselessly. I could've done something- put it in the bin , given it to the dogs or chickens, told my parents "I'm not hungry" - and yet there I sat. There I sat for three endless hours.
And there the sunlight sits. Faded, milky , mixed in with the creamy clouds which could just swallow me whole - Take me away.
And yet here I sit. It's useless thinking of metaphors like this at 3:16 in the morning , but I'm out of hope.
Like a lifeless , faded , watery egg
On a seemingly endless plethora of porcelain.
I'm sorry.
I guess my eggshell kind of cracked
YOU ARE READING
dear insecurities
Randomidk I'm sorry I need someone to talk to that someone is this sad excuse of a book
