This day is mine

This day is mine. If it were the last it could be the last and nothing would come of it outside of my skin. I have become a point. For a long time I have been a shadow in unconscious dreams. If I could buff away the fingerprints I made on shop windows I would scour the city for them. My fingerprints no longer lead to me. This day will become between me and my skin. If it is the last I wont leave anything to reflect on. If I go on I will be painted over. I wont go on. This is the way to open myself wide into something that I have never been. I am too material. I want to walk on the sand at the beach.