June 23, 2012

My Sunburn is Peeling

     It's funny when you meet someone. You exchange names, smiles, and unsaid laughter at how funny or boringly normal the other person seems.
     Then you run into them again, and again, and maybe you undress them with your ears. You take apart their words, dissect their phrases into little chunks that hardly mean anything. You peel back another paper thin layer each time you listen, and it's thrilling to get closer, because they're taking you apart too.
     Next maybe you catch a scar on the surface and wonder what made the dent. Keep undressing away the exterior and you'll find out. Of course it's exciting. Taking off a front is exhilarating. You never know what you'll find under all the normalcy, and suddenly someone "boring" doesn't seem so plain anymore.
   No one is only their face value, or so I'm finding. Some faces are pretty than others, but eventually, like a sunburn, those peel and decay in time too. What else would a fungi do in its spare time?

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