“It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.”
“What if all's appearance? Is not outside seeming real as substance inside? Both are facts, so leave me dreaming.”
“On the outside, I’m the perfect kid–like a statue of perfect marble, serene and unreal. Inside, it’s all snakes and maggots and broken glass.”
“Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)”
“I’ve built a wall around me, never letting anybody inside and trying not to venture outside myself”
“Everything outside was elegant and savage and fleshy. Everything inside was slow and cool and vacant. It seemed a shame to stay inside.”