Layers

There are sometimes when my skin feels so heavy like it’s been soaked in water and it refuses to dry, sometimes when it weighs me down just like the words I never say weigh down my heart. And I get this overwhelming desire to just unzip my skin and step outside of it for awhile.

Sometimes I think walking around as a skeleton with the inner workings of our bodies on display for everyone to see would make the world a more compassionate place.

You would see the girl with the bruised heart and reach out for her hand, you would see the man with cracked bones and offer him your seat, you would see the boy with his mind a mess and say “You have a nice smile”.

It would be easier without the layers and layers building us to be “strong”. It would be easier.