Sorting through feelings isn't always a Picnic .. and I'm not quite sure if I prefer to be a flourishing bush to be hidden or a withering rose exposed .. what to do with a lifetime of butterflies or being ghosted time after time.. and how to work out everything blackened, forbidden fruit eaten.. my unspoken thoughts, my past, my shadow, my sins .. failures and imperfections. But if wearing red was a like the bag, just a Picnic in the park, I'd want nothing hidden, I guess that means I'm wearing nothing under the dress. That's embarrassing. What am I even talking about here? Idk. Sorting out feelings.
Sorting through feelings isn't always a Picnic .. and I'm not quite sure if I prefer to be a flourishing bush to be hidden or a withering rose exposed .. what to do with a lifetime of butterflies or being ghosted time after time.. and how to work out everything blackened, forbidden fruit eaten.. my unspoken thoughts, my past, my shadow, my sins .. failures and imperfections. But if wearing red was a like the bag, just a Picnic in the park, I'd want nothing hidden, I guess that means I'm wearing nothing under the dress. That's embarrassing. What am I even talking about here? Idk. Sorting out feelings.