To dye my hair orange. To tan under the Cretan sun - until I am orange. To pole dance. To be someone a little different. Or a lot different. But not any less myself. It's time for a change. It's time to fight against being stuck.
Is there anything worse than to stop still. Not move. Accept the never changing environment you're in. To freeze. To cuddle up in the algor around you. To give up and settle for the stagnation. It sounds like the worst crime a young person could commit. And it probably is. The first step towards death row.
I may be able to paint the exterior of me but can I be sure the color is absorbed and it reaches the interior. Or will it be merely a pretty shell. Cheep wrapping paper. And if someone erred to look behing the cover, they would find a shrunken remain of a person. Is that what this is?
An equally feasible option: proving a point - to everyfuckingone (now I'm guesing alarmingly enough especially to myself). Stating that I am not just what you see in me now. I am more. I have life inside me. I have the color orange inside me. You haven't see nothing yet. Is that what this is?
Obviously when it comes to a complex individual as myself the reason behind cannot simply be: I want to dye my hair. I want a nice tan. I want to try pole dancing. Oh no, I'm way too special for that.
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