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Et in Arcadia Idiot These walls are biscuit thin. Even so, they are able to contain my existence. They approve my context. They allow me.Et in Arcadia Idiot by ~Botkin
When I have to go out (I rarely choose to go out) I become a thing of layers, huddled and creeping. I have to protect myself. My skin is thin too. My skin is too thin for this world. I feel things more than you do. I am sensitive. My heart is a gold leaf electroscope. It was calibrated in heaven. Its fragile leaves pull themselves apart in proximity to beauty. It yearns for beauty. It aches for beauty.
I ache for beauty.
Defeated 
Sta.sh
