Currently trying to write something for a specific purpose. I find it so hard to be overly mushy sometimes. Other times, it comes so naturally.
What I have thus far:
sometimes, it’s morning. and i’ve forgotten to brush my hair again. or how to tie my shoes or what my name sounds like. and that i don’t believe in anything anymore. and that’s when i realize that i’m losing little pieces of myself to you. and the tip of my tongue is cleansed with the taste of fresh paint from the renovating you’ve done with my mind.
It sounds a bit negative to me. It’s obviously suppose to be the opposite. Hmfph.