I’ve been wearing my body like a suit. A suit that has never been mine.
I only borrowed it and one day I’ll have to bring it back. It doesn’t belong to me.
Maybe it belongs to someone or maybe to no one at all.
But what if I’m not ready to take of my suit and put myself in a beautiful dress? What if it isn’t just a suit, what if I am the suit?
Then who would I be without it? Maybe someone or maybe no one at all.
What if the suit fits me so perfectly it would be a shame to give it up?
But what if it gets to tight or the Buttons are falling off? Would it be of any use, or no use at all?
I’ll have to return it someday, and when I do, I’ll no longer be a suit. I’ll be a beautiful dress. But not today. It is too soon, far too soon.
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