Porous
We think our skin is solid
But it’s porous
And everything around us is absorbed
Sinking
Deeper
And deeper
Until we cannot fathom
What is there at all
Nor what is missing
Instead, there is just that vague
Feeling
Of discomfort
Like something indecipherable
written in chalk
Being drawn lightly down the backbone of the mind
*Some days direction seems uncertain. Days like this are for doing the ironing and cleaning the house – they are not days for writing at all.
That’s what I kept telling my daughter when she used make up for the first time. Your body digests everything you put on your skin. She doesn’t wear make up.
I’m very careful with what I use on my skin because of that Len and always ask myself – would I put this on my dog? The answer is usually no (and what would be the point?)
Sounds to me like a little bit of a struggle for identity.
No just too much writing for the week – too much “out there” have just finished a big stack of ironing and am cleaning the house – feels great!