This is the real me.
Here. Look closer. Come closer.
I still don’t…
Shhhhhhhhh. That’s right… get camel toe to moose knuckle.
Don’t be afraid. It’s just me… whomever I may be. Look deep inside through leagues of liquid static… if you can… if your eyesight’s better than mine… and maybe you can tell me who I am.
*blink blink blink*
I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. Or maybe my breath displeases… it isn’t my intent to offend. Don’t worry, I don’t want your undivided attention; but I’m allowing myself to be opened. This isn’t what anyone expected. Yet, it’s me to the core.
Only serves the dishonest…
But, that’s the…
Only thing we know?
… I’m stumped.
A stump that gathers no moss. Ha ha… that’s the real you! Now… tell me… can you see me through your moss and bark?
Is that an insult?