Sometimes
I become the sky. 

The heavy clouds that bottle up water like I bottle up honesty. An uneven surface. Unable to pick a single colour to paint myself in. Scattered personalities. Lighter here, darker over there. Circling in an orbit of insequrity. Disintegrating. Killing parts of me to put together a front that is not entirely shapeless. 

A careless artwork. 

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