highlighted / highlighting as a method of possession
when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going to fire up that thousand lumen light, I’m going to find a way to illuminate my/that body, so you can see the blood pulsing through my skin. I want to see if there is a ghost behind my chest, more ghosts than my own..
I wonder how many times the sun has tried to sneak past my skin since skin cancer is just stuck light in the skin, just ghosts possessing a legion of cells leaving a legion of pigs..
since I am stuck in skin, I laugh a lot, and I try to elide my personality.
there isn’t anything abhorrent since my sense of a savior is holding my hands up to dry, holding my hands out only to crispy people. I met a non-crispy person yesterday.. he wasn’t very dynamic, holding out some hands to press cntrl+a and highlight the text, but he will maybe highlight your understanding/seeing your lover upon waking.