when i meet new people, i'm charming and enthralling, and show a smooth, eggy exterior while everyone else whimpers and talks through their jammy smiles, holding their crisp secrets, paper slips neatly tucked in the intricacies of their veins.
i always look to them with such awe and relief. awe that they have such control and reservation and self-respect to hold their pristine shape. relief that they don't cheaply dole out masses of warm, pink flesh to be muddied and stepped on, that they still have some thing noble to be preserved.
