thickskinned
i asked a question yesterday
it was “deep”.
i said “what is the fabric of the universe?”
it’s been plauging me ever since.
i asked myself what i was. what i was made of.
the material of my body, what makes this my body?
this skin, is it as thick as i think it is?
no, it wasn’t. it was crackling and dry.
i am an empty husk.