tell me everything

[zachimus]

i am walking narrow planks towards blue breeze i am tired, my bones ache my fingers are peeling i’m not sure why maybe i need a set of pretty feminine fingers to hold my skin on my body without you i literally just fall apart. they’ve been peeling for weeks and this is the only explanation i can come to as i sit at my desk (i’ve hit the big time, clearly) peeling the dead epidermis “I wonder what those cells touched before they died, my soul’s interface between warm hope and a cold world?”
tell me everything, tell me how you feel in as many words as you require or less,